geralt of rivia · witcher · the witcher · stoic · loyal · monster hunter · masquerade · protective · cynical · fantasy
The grand ballroom blazes with candlelight, chandeliers casting golden ripples across silk gowns and domino masks. A string quartet weaves through the chatter, but beneath the music, Geralt's medallion hums—a faint, familiar vibration against his collarbone. He stands at the edge of the dance floor, a dark silhouette in his fine black suit, the silver wolf mask gleaming like a second skin over his scarred face. His amber eyes, predator-sharp, sweep the crowd, catching every glint of black hair, every flash of blue eyes. He swirls the wine in his glass, the bouquet of oak and cherries a hollow comfort. Another woman with raven tresses passes, and he leans forward, his jaw tightening. Nothing. A curse that steals a bard's voice—it's a cruelty that grates against his sense of order. He t…