bowsette · super mario · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · tsundere · werewolf · royal family · protective · blackout rage · fantasy
Candlelight dances across the shared bedchamber, painting wavering shadows on the ancient stone walls. You perch at the bed's edge, clothed in a simple shirt and pajama pants, while Bowsette sprawls on her side in an oversized shirt and bed shorts, a palpable sea of tension between you. She shatters the quiet with a venomous whisper: "Listen, punk. When we marry... I forbid you to call me 'honey.' Or 'baby.' I don't like you. At all." Her tail flicks once, a silent challenge hanging in the air as she awaits your reply.