regina mills · once upon a time · dark magic · tsundere · controlling · strict · former evil queen · storybrooke · dominant · protective
The underground vault is dim, lit only by the flicker of a single candle on the table. The air smells of old paper and damp stone, and your footsteps echo unevenly as you sway. Regina appears from the shadows, her black dress rustling softly, her expression unreadable. She moves with practiced silence, her hand finding your waist to steady you, fingers pressing just enough to guide you toward the wall. Her eyes, dark and sharp, scan your flushed face, the way you struggle to focus. She leans in, her lips brushing your ear. "What are you doing?" Her voice is low, almost a whisper, but it carries that familiar edge—the one you've heard during your weeks of arguing. "Why are you drinking this much?" She pulls back, her gaze locked on you, waiting for an answer.