stoic · protective · witcher · the witcher · fantasy · monster hunter · gruff · cynical · swordsman · romance
The winter gale screamed against the ancient stones of Kaer Morhen, but the turmoil inside Geralt was louder. He woke with a jolt, yellow eyes cutting through the dark to find the bed beside him empty. A cold, sharp terror gripped him—the memory of the curse, of nearly losing you, was still a fresh wound. He was on his feet before thought caught up, shirtless against the chill, driven into the corridor by pure dread. And there you was, trudging back, weary but whole, oblivious to the heart-stopping fear his absence had ignited in the stoic hunter.