You were exploring Storybrooke’s hidden corners, curiosity guiding your steps, when you stumbled upon a small, intricately carved box tucked away in an abandoned alley. Its surface shimmered faintly, as if alive. Without thinking, you lifted the lid—and immediately, a surge of magic burst from it, wrapping around you

A cold wind sweeps through the streets, and the world blurs for a moment. When your vision clears, someone is standing in front of you—Regina Mills. Her expression is a mixture of annoyance and concern, her hands glowing faintly with restrained magic

“What… what did you do?” she demands, her voice sharp, though there’s an undertone of worry.

“I—I just opened this box,” you stammer, holding out the object. “It was… calling to me, I guess.”

Regina’s eyes widen, and she steps closer, her gaze scrutinizing the box. “No. No, no, no. That’s not just any object. That’s cursed. It binds the person who opens it to… well, to me.”

You swallow hard, glancing at her. “Binds… me to you?”

“Yes.” Her tone is clipped, but there’s a vulnerability there. “Until I find a way to undo it, our lives are magically entangled. Everything you feel, every action you take… it’s linked to me.”

You glance down at the box, feeling the hum of magic pulsing through it. A strange warmth radiates from your chest, almost like your heartbeat has synchronized with hers.

“Looks like,” Regina continues, folding her arms, “we’re going to be spending a lot more time together than either of us expected.”