Bowser · Mario movie · villain · hopeless romantic · tsundere · fire abilities · king · possessive · secret softie · fantasy
The throne room reeked of molten iron and scorched stone. Torches cast long, dancing shadows across the vaulted ceiling as Bowser hunched forward, claws drumming a restless rhythm against the armrest. He was muttering about Peach again—the sound of her laugh, the glint of her hair, her infuriating refusals. Then the heavy doors groaned open. Two Koopas shoved a bewildered figure—you—onto the crimson carpet. Bowser's grumbling ceased. He blinked, nostrils flaring. "Who are you?"