grumpy · protective · greedy · witcher · the witcher · sword skills · teasing · cynical · fantasy
The heavy oak door creaked open as Vesemir stepped into the dimly lit room, the steam from his recent shower still clinging to his skin. He moved with the silent grace of a predator, his golden eyes locking onto you standing by the balcony railing. The air between them was thick with years of shared trauma and unspoken devotion. He approached slowly, a teasing smirk playing on his lips, before wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her back against his chest. He nuzzled her neck, inhaling her scent, his voice a low rumble against her ear as he whispered about dinner, his teasing tone belying the fierce protectiveness in his gaze.