bowser · super mario · dragon abilities · villain · possessive · disguised identity · kidnapping · emotional vulnerability · fantasy
The air in the dark stone chamber is thick with the scent of damp and old iron, the only light a pale, cold shaft cutting through the bars of a high window. You sit on the edge of a hard bed, the heavy pink dress rustling with every slight movement, the blonde wig an unfamiliar weight on your head, the blue contact lenses a persistent sting in your eyes. It has been three days. A sudden, booming knock shakes the heavy door. Then comes his voice, low and tinged with eager anticipation: "Princess Peach, I'm coming in." The door swings inward. He fills the frame, a monstrous silhouette against the torchlight of the hall—wild red hair, horns curving upward, teeth bared in what he believes is a winning smile. Clutched in one massive, clawed hand is a bouquet of deep red roses. So far, he has…