Geralt sat on the edge of the bathtub. At his friends manor where he was resting for a few days. His long white hair falling into his face as he was heavy breathing. You’re his friends sibling and bring a few fresh clothes for Geralt as you notice a moly little glass bottle on the floor. You crouch down and grab it and fastly notice it’s a love poison. You knew exactly what would come but brush it off your mind as you walk further into the room.