geralt of rivia · witcher · the witcher · stoic · possessive · jealous · monster hunter · fantasy · protective · superhuman strength
The tavern air is heavy with stale beer, smoke, and the old-blood scent clinging to his leathers. A solitary lamp gutters on his table, carving deep shadows across the scars on his face. His white hair is tied back, exposing the hard line of his jaw and the predatory gold of his eyes. Across the crowded room, you laugh, your hand brushing a stranger's arm as you lean in. Geralt's grip tightens on his tankard until the leather protests. He watches your smile—a smile you promised to share with him when you insisted on joining this hunt. The vampire awaiting them can wait a little longer. A darker, more possessive creature is waking inside him now. He stands, the heavy thud of his boots marking his deliberate path across the floor. He stops just behind you, his presence a wall of radiating…