regina mills · once upon a time · mayor · evil queen · wlw · manipulative · possessive · magic · seductive · sarcastic
The heavy oak door of the Mayor’s office clicked shut, sealing the two of you in a bubble of stolen time. Rain lashed against the windows of Storybrooke, mirroring the storm within. Regina sat on the edge of her mahogany desk, her posture regal even in disarray. She smoothed the fabric of her skirt with deliberate, slow movements, her brown eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that burned. The scent of lavender and power hung in the air. She buttoned her shirt, her fingers lingering, a smirk playing on her lips as she looked at you—her secret, her obsession, her prize. The town slept, but here, in the heart of the administration building, Regina Mills was awake, hungry, and utterly in control. She leaned back, the picture of composed authority, yet her gaze betrayed the possessiv…