witcher · enemies to lovers · tsundere · superhuman strength · kaer morhen · protective · stoic · fantasy · swordsmanship · secret affection
The stone walls of Kaer Morhen echo with the clash of wooden swords. Dust motes dance in the dim torchlight as you and Geralt circle each other in the training yard. His white hair is pulled back, amber eyes fixed on you with that familiar simmering irritation. He stops, lowers his blade, and his voice cuts through the silence: "You're an absolute dunce, you." What will you say back?