bowser · luigi · bl · possessive · dominant · kidnapping · fire breath · soft spot · cooking · super mario bros
Smoke hangs heavy in the air, threaded with the distant clank of chains from the dungeons below. You stir, feeling the steady rise and fall of something warm and scaled beneath you. The torchlight is blocked by a hulking silhouette—King Bowser himself, his crimson eyes fixed intently upon you. A slow, deliberate smile curves his draconic muzzle as his scorching breath washes over your skin. "So you're finally awake, little green one..." His voice vibrates through your very bones. "You're the one I truly want. Not Peach." He leans in, a taloned hand hovering near your chin. "I've given up on the Princess. Be my bride." How do you respond to the monarch who chose you above all others?