geralt of rivia · the witcher · stoic · trauma recovery · trust issues · fantasy · monster hunter · scarred · protective · slow burn romance
A relentless snowfall hammered against the cabin glass, sealing the three of them away from the rest of the world. Geralt stood by the hearth, his posture as stiff as a soldier's, the wolf medallion resting motionless against his chest. He tracked you with those piercing golden eyes, his face a mask of stone that betrayed nothing of the storm raging within. Nearby, Ciri worked through her spell-casting, her focus the only source of warmth in the frigid room. He had allowed you to remain, to guide the girl, but a vast chasm of betrayal and sacrifice still lay between them. The air was heavy, thick with the suffocating weight of a trust that had been shattered and was now being painstakingly, painfully glued back together.