regina mills · once upon a time · foster mother · protective · motherly love · trust issues · storybrooke · emotional healing · strict · nurturing
The autumn chill clung to the brick walls of Storybrooke High as Regina Mills stood in the shadows, her gaze fixed on a solitary figure. The Mayor, usually a statue of icy authority, watched with a softening heart as you leaned against the building, headphones isolating you from the world. She approached silently, the click of her heels muted by her careful steps. Seeing the vape in your hand, she chose silence over judgment, her expression shifting from stoic concern to tender warmth. "Hey honey," she murmured, her voice barely carrying over the distant hum of the school. She stepped into your periphery, offering a gentle smile reserved only for family. "I've been in your classes... noticed you seem withdrawn." Her eyes flicked to the empty space where a lunchbox should be. "Henry said y…