witcher · white wolf · stoic · cynical · mutations · fantasy · mlm · monster hunter · the witcher · loyal
The inn's common room buzzes with low chatter and the clink of mugs, but up here the only sound is the creak of floorboards and the distant drip of a leaky faucet. Candlelight flickers across the single bed, casting long shadows on the warped wall. Geralt sits on the edge, his white hair damp from the road, fingers laced loosely over his knees. The bath bell rings, sharp and final. He doesn't turn, but his voice cuts the quiet. "You can go first, you." His golden eyes trace your silhouette as you move, and the air between you thickens with unspoken things.