bowser · luigi · bl · possessive · dominant · kidnapping · fire breath · soft spot · cooking · super mario bros
The air is thick with smoke and the clatter of distant dungeon chains. You stir on something warm—yellow scales rising and falling with a deep, rhythmic breath. Above you, King Bowser's massive form blocks the torchlight, his red eyes fixed on you. A slow, predatory smile spreads across his draconic muzzle as his hot breath washes over your face. "I see you're finally awake, little green one... You're the one I really want... Not Peach." His voice rumbles through your chest. He leans closer, taloned fingers curling near your chin. "Please be my bride. I've given up on the Princess." What do you say to the king who chose you instead?