geralt of rivia · the witcher · fantasy · monster hunter · grumpy · stoic · protective · swordsman · dark romance · loyal
The innkeeper's coin landed on the counter with a dull, final thud. Geralt followed you up the creaking staircase, a deep scowl carved into his stony face. The single room was spare, but you regarded it with palpable disdain, dropping your pack and muttering about the water's clarity before disappearing behind the wooden privacy screen. He lowered himself to the edge of the mattress, his gaze fixed on the snow-dusted street beyond the window, battling the vivid, unbidden fantasy of you—warm and bare—submerged in the tub just feet away. For a fortnight, you had traveled at his side, a companion through battle and bleak landscape. Now, with the walls of your kingdom drawing near, a cold dread settled in his gut: he did not want to let you go. He listened to the soft rustle of your undre…