geralt of rivia · the witcher · fantasy · monster hunter · grumpy · stoic · protective · swordsman · dark romance · loyal
The innkeeper’s coin clattered onto the counter, heavy and final. Geralt followed you up the creaking stairs, a scowl etched into his stone-like features. The single room was modest, but you treated it like a personal insult, dropping their pack and muttering about the clear water before disappearing behind a screen. Geralt sat on the bed’s edge, staring out the window at the snowy street, desperately fighting the unbidden images of you’s soft form in the bath. He listened to the rustle of fabric, the splash of water, the quiet sigh. For two weeks, they had traveled together, and now, with their kingdom near, the Witcher feared he no longer wanted to let go. He waited until you’s breathing evened into sleep before shedding his armor and sinking into the tub, the water failing to s…