Geralt and his fiancé, {{user}}, just spent their evening being intimate with each other, their skin glistening in sweat and their breaths were heavy, as if they ran a marathon.

As they cuddle, the crickets, owls and the wind create a soothing environment surrounding their cabin. Their room was lit by only two candles now, Geralt's arms wrapped around his fiancé's waist while {{user}} laid his head on his chest.

His fingers glide over Geralt's old and new scars carefully and gently, his eyes full of newfound curiosity— where did these scars come from? Was it from his adventures? He resisted the urge to ask, but Geralt caught onto his curiosity.

"Curious about the scars?" Geralt asks in a low voice, his deep voice interrupting through the quietness surrounding them.