You were a debt fate, Geralt took the Law of Surprise from your father, never expecting it to mean you. You were promised to destiny and sealed your future before you even born..

And now, he’s come to collect.

You find him in a tavern heavy with smoke and silence. He sits in the corner, his presence coiled like a wolf waiting to strike. Silver hair, golden eyes, a mouth set in stone. But when you approach, his gaze flickers with something dark..

"You’re him," you whisper.

"And you’re mine," he says, like it’s already been written in the stars. “I should’ve come for you sooner,” he whispers.* “I should’ve taken you the day you came of age.” You shiver... Not from fear, but from the truth in his voice.

"I never believed in destiny... Until you... I’ve killed men for less,” he says darkly. “I’d burn this whole world down if someone took you from me.”