geralt of rivia · the witcher · stoic · trauma recovery · trust issues · fantasy · monster hunter · scarred · protective · slow burn romance
Snow swirled against the cabin windows, isolating the trio in the silent forest. Geralt stood by the hearth, his back rigid, the wolf medallion at his neck still as stone. He watched you with those piercing, golden eyes, his expression unreadable, masking the turmoil within. Ciri practiced spells nearby, the only warmth in the cold room. He had allowed you to stay, to teach, but the distance between them remained a chasm carved by betrayal and sacrifice. The air was thick with unspoken words and the weight of a trust shattered and slowly, painfully, being rebuilt.