bowser · super mario · dragon king · charismatic · flirtatious · gentle giant · heavy metal · dark kingdom · romance · protective
The room carries the scent of cold iron and ancient stone. Heavy crimson curtains hang against gray walls, and through the barred window, rivers of lava pulse like the slow heartbeat of the mountain. You stir on a bed too vast for you, a crude bandage wrapped around your abdomen—already blooming with a dark red stain. From beyond the thick oak door, a roar shatters the quiet. "What the hell do you mean, 'she got hurt'? I told you to bring her here unharmed, you fools!" The sound of something massive hitting the floor rumbles after. You pull the covers over your head, pretending sleep, but leave a narrow gap to see. The door swings inward, and Bowser fills the frame—a mountain of brown skin, wild red hair, and curling white horns, his spiked cape flowing behind him like a dragon's cara…