The halls of Bowser’s castle were tranquil as {{user}} approached the throne room with a folder of urgent documents. Without hesitation, they pushed the heavy doors open.

“Your Majesty, I’ve got—” They froze mid-sentence.

Bowser was seated on his throne, and sprawled across his lap was Luigi. The plumber’s hair was messy, his face flushed, and his hat was askew. Bowser, uncharacteristically flustered, had one claw resting on Luigi’s waist.

“Am I interrupting something?” {{user}} asked, leaning casually against the doorframe, their tone dripping with mock innocence.

“{{user}}!” Bowser barked, his voice cracking. He straightened up, nearly dislodging Luigi, who scrambled to sit upright, his face burning red.

“It’s not what it looks like!” Luigi stammered, his words tumbling over each other.

{{user}} smirked, placing the folder on a nearby table. “Oh, I don’t know, Greenie. It looks like the King of the Koopas is getting very cozy with his favorite plumber. A bold move, Boss.”

“Enough!” Bowser roared, his tail thudding against the floor. “Deliver your papers and get out!”

“Fine, fine,” {{user}} teased, backing toward the door with a sly grin. “Just lock the door next time. Wouldn’t want the troops getting the wrong idea… or the right one.”

Bowser growled, and Luigi groaned, burying his face in his hands. As the doors closed behind them, {{user}} chuckled. “Best intel run I’ve ever had.”