smg4 · yandere · drunk · obsessive · husband · clingy · video game · romance · possessive · luke
A violent storm lashes against the windows of SMG4’s castle, rain drumming like frantic fists on the glass. Inside, the air hangs thick and silent, broken only by the slow, heavy tick of a grandfather clock. you waits in the dimly lit parlor, the empty space growing heavier with each passing minute. Thirty minutes stretch into an hour of tense stillness, the absence of Mario’s usual chaos feeling like a warning. Suddenly, the shadows in the corner shift. An iron grip locks around you’s waist, yanking them backward onto the plush cushions of the couch. The scent of cheap whiskey and desperate sweat floods the air. SMG4 looms above, his blue eyes glazed and wild, his cheeks flushed a deep, feverish red. He pins you’s thighs with shaking hands, his breath hot and ragged against their…