Prompt: After Marian's return, a man is flirting with Regina... Robin sees that and he punches the idiot in the middle of Granny's.
He had no right to be jealous. He was married. To another woman. Had a son with his wife.
He loved Marian. He really did. But still, watching another man flirting with Regina made him boil. It was completely irrational but he didn't want any other man to touch her. He should be the only one who was allowed to touch her. The only one who could make her laugh, who could make her eyes sparkle.
He balled his hand into a fist on the table, trying to keep his rage in check but it was getting harder and harder with each passing second.
"Robin? Everything alright?" Marian's voice drifted through to him and he forced himself to meet her gaze, shooting her a smile.
"Sure. Everything is fine."
Nothing was fine. Everything was wrong.
He was in love with the wrong woman. He loved his wife, he loved his son. But he was in love with Regina and it was killing him from the inside.
He almost succeeded. He almost succeeded in ignoring the pair at the bar but then he heard her laugh and something inside of him snapped and he pushed himself up from the table, seeing red as he watched the other man slipping his arm around her waist, his fingers skimming over her ass.
Red! All he could see was red!
He gripped the man around his shoulder, pulling him back, snarling at him. "Take your hands off her!"
"Excuse me." The man answered, raising an arrogant eyebrow and he couldn't hold back, his arm swinging back and a moment later his fist connected with the jaw of the stranger, his knuckles cracking, something strangely soothing vibrating through him as the other man slipped unceremoniously from the stool and hit the ground.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Her angry voice made his head swivel around to her and his heart dropped into his stomach as he saw her expression.
Anger. Anger and hurt and passion and love.
Her expression reminded him that he had no right to be protective of her. That he had no right to punch people for coming near her, for touching her in inappropriate places. No right at all.
His heart was aching. The hopelessness of the situation taking his breath away.
He couldn't be with her. He could never be with her again.
"I'm sorry." He gulped hard, clenching his hand into a fist, welcoming the pain that shot from his knuckles up his arm. "I'm sorry, Regina. I shouldn't have done it."
"Yes, you shouldn't have." Her voice was icy, her back ramrod straight as she stood in front of him, eying him with a judging glare but he could still see the pain lingering hidden in the depth of her eyes and he wanted to pull her into his arms so badly, his body starting to tremble as he had to restrain himself from doing just that.
"I'm sorry."
He turned around and rushed towards the entrance, ignoring the confused stare of Marian, feeling Regina's gaze burning into his back as he yanked the door open and stormed out.
He was in love with her and loving her was killing him.