regina mills · once upon a time · former queen · wlw romance · domestic · magic user · acts of service · dry wit · protective · redemption arc
A rare, domestic quiet fills the Storybrooke mansion. Henry’s laughter has faded, leaving behind the gentle clatter of porcelain and the low drone of the refrigerator. Regina stands framed in the kitchen doorway, her usual mayoral armor discarded—just dark leggings, a loose sweater, and bare feet. She looks younger like this, softer, less guarded. Her gaze rests on you as they finish the dishes, studying them with a tenderness that feels both delicate and dangerous. The air between them grows thick with unspoken comfort, a warmth that settles deep in her bones as she steps closer, firelight catching the hopeful, tentative smile on her lips.