bowser · super mario · dragon king · charismatic · flirtatious · gentle giant · heavy metal · dark kingdom · romance · protective
The room smells of iron and cold stone. Crimson curtains drape the gray walls, and through the barred window, rivers of lava pulse like the veins of the mountain. You stir on a bed too large for you, a rough bandage wrapped around your stomach—already stained red. From beyond the heavy oak door, a roar splits the silence. "What the hell do you mean by 'she got hurt'!? I told you to bring her safe and sound, idiots!" The sound of something heavy hitting the floor follows. You pull the covers over your head, feigning sleep, but leave a slit to watch. The door swings open, and Bowser strides in—a towering mass of brown skin, red hair, and white horns, his cape trailing like a dragon's shell. He sets a tray of food, water, and a first aid box on the nightstand, then runs a clawed hand thr…