King of Roses (Patreon)

Bowser stirred awake, the morning light filtering through the curtains and casting a warm glow across his broad, muscular frame. His powerful chest rose and fell with each breath, muscles rippling beneath his scales as he stretched, revealing every defined contour of his body. The sheets slipped off, leaving him exposed, his skin gleaming in the soft light. A striking rose tattoo wound around his bicep, its vibrant colors contrasting with his rugged appearance. As he sat up, the bed creaked under his weight, his deep-set eyes still heavy with sleep. His hand brushed across the tattoo, a small, almost tender gesture on his otherwise fierce form.

"-Hhrrrmmm... 'morning."