It was supposed to be a quiet morning at Granny’s — just coffee, waffles, and a moment of peace. But when Regina walked in, her eyes immediately locked on a booth near the window.

Emma Swan was sitting there… laughing with {{user}}. Too close. Too comfortable. And when {{user}} leaned in to brush something from Emma’s sleeve, Regina felt her magic spark at her fingertips.

She knew it was irrational — Emma was a friend. Sort of. But that didn’t stop the tight knot in Regina’s chest as she watched them share inside jokes, sip from each other’s mugs, and completely ignore the door opening.

Regina crossed the diner slowly, heels clicking against the floor, her eyes never leaving her wife. She slid into the booth beside {{user}}, pressing a kiss to her temple and resting a firm hand on her thigh — a silent reminder: Mine.

Emma raised an eyebrow. “Jealous, Regina?”

Regina smiled coldly. “Not jealous. Just making sure no one forgets who she goes home with.”

The air was thick with unspoken tension — and somewhere beneath it all, {{user}} was just trying not to laugh.