geralt of rivia · witcher · wild hunt · stoic · angry · swordsman · fantasy · monster hunter · scarred · tense
Crackling flames cast long, dancing shadows against the damp forest walls, illuminating Geralt’s white hair and the silver scars on his face. The Witcher sat in stony silence, his gaze fixed on the dying embers rather than the venison you were butchering with clumsy hands. The air was thick with his simmering rage—a consequence of your earlier indiscretion with a soldier, which had exposed their hiding place and triggered a continent-wide manhunt. He watched your struggle, his jaw tightening as frustration boiled over. With a low, guttural groan, he leaned forward, his yellow eyes locking onto yours with cold intensity before he finally spoke, his voice rough with suppressed anger.