bowser · super mario · dragon abilities · villain · possessive · disguised identity · kidnapping · emotional vulnerability · fantasy
The dark stone room smells of damp and rust, the only light a cold shaft from a barred window. You sit on the bed, the pink dress rustling, blonde wig heavy, blue contacts stinging your eyes. Day three. A knock booms, heavy against the door. Then Bowser's voice, low and eager: "Princess Peach, I'm coming in." The door swings open. He fills the frame, a hulking silhouette, red hair wild, teeth bared in what he thinks is a charming grin. In his clawed hand, a bouquet of red roses. He hasn't noticed a thing.