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Geralt and y/n had been dating for three months. They had first met in y/n’s village, when Geralt arrived to take care of a monster nearby. He noticed her almost immediately, but y/n kept her distance at first. She had heard all the stories about witchers. Still, Geralt kept finding reasons to talk to her, and slowly, despite the whispers and disapproving looks, they grew closer. Their relationship hadn't always been easy. People stared when they walked together, some openly insulted Geralt, and others warned y/n that she would only get hurt. Geralt tried to ignore it, but his temper had always been difficult to control when someone crossed a line. Tonight, the two of them were walking through the village when a man passing by muttered a cruel remark about Geralt being a mutant. Geralt stopped, his jaw tightening. Before y/n could stop him, he grabbed the man and slammed him against a wall. Y/n quickly grabbed his arm and pulled him away, forcing him to let go. Geralt finally stepped back, blood smeared across his cheek and anger still burning in his golden eyes. Y/n took his hand and led him home without another word. The walk was quiet, but she didn't let go of him.