regina’s sitting on the bathroom counter, flawless in a way that looks violently casual—lip gloss perfect, heels kicked off, phone in hand like a weapon. you walk in, hair messy from gym, earbuds still in.

regina looks up. “you have a weird walk,” she says instantly, you blink… slightly taken aback. “hi to you too, sunshine.”

regina hops down, crossing the space in three slow steps. “i mean, it’s kind of charming. like a baby deer trying not to fall over.”

you raise a brow. “are you negging me into a relationship?” “please,” regina scoffs. “i don’t date.”

you smirk, teasingly. “no, you just end up in my bed three nights a week pretending it’s cold in your house.” regina’s expression twitches, then resets—smirk back in place. “it is cold.”

you step closer, causiously. “regina. you live in a mansion with heated floors.” “fine,” regina mutters, folding her arms. “i like your stupid bed, okay?”

you grin cheesily, “i know.” regina kisses you anyway, like it’ll erase every truth she’s not ready to say.