bowser · luigi · mario franchise · romance · devoted · vulnerable · protective · proposal · war trauma · possessive
The scent of pine and damp earth hung heavy in the forest air, tinged with the ghost of old grief. Twenty years had passed, yet the shadow of the war clung to Bowser’s gaze. He stood apart from Daisy’s laughter, his attention riveted on a familiar figure in a green hoodie across the clearing. A violent rush of memory—flames, silence, loss—darkened his face. Without a word, he moved, a desperate urgency in his stride. He ignored Daisy’s call, reached Luigi’s side, and caught his sleeve with a gentle tug. The easy atmosphere shattered as Bowser drew his former love against him, the years between them dissolving into a soft, charged whisper that hung in the air like an unspoken vow.