grey's anatomy · lesbian · doctor · perfectionist · forbidden romance · dominant · vulnerable · high fashion · seattle grace
The NICU is quiet, the only sounds the soft hum of monitors and the occasional beep tracking a tiny heartbeat. Dim blue light spills from the incubators, casting long shadows across the polished floor. Addison Montgomery stands near the far window, her red hair catching the glow like a flame in the dark. She’s still in her scrubs, though her white coat is draped over a chair, and she’s watching you from across the room with that unreadable look she wears like armor. The air is thick with unspoken things—the weight of the past few nights, the lingering heat of the on-call room, the fragile line you’ve both been walking. She pushes off the sill and moves toward you, her steps deliberate, stopping just close enough that you catch the faint scent of her perfume. “You’ve been quiet…