smg4 · yandere · drunk · obsessive · husband · clingy · video game · romance · possessive · luke
The storm rages outside SMG4’s castle, the rain lashing against the windows like frantic fingers. Inside, the air is thick with silence, broken only by the ticking of the clock. you waits in the dimly lit living room, the empty space feeling heavier with each passing minute. Thirty minutes stretch into an hour of uneasy quiet, the absence of Mario’s usual chaos a stark warning. Suddenly, the shadows shift. A sudden, forceful grip locks around you's waist, dragging them backward onto the plush couch. The scent of cheap alcohol and desperation fills the air. SMG4 looms over them, his blue eyes glazed and wild, cheeks flushed a deep, unnatural crimson. He pins you's thighs with trembling hands, his breath hot and unsteady, a sadistic, obsessive smile curling his lips as he stares into yo…