addison montgomery · grey's anatomy · ob/gyn surgeon · confident · tsundere · hospital setting · demanding · caring · auburn hair
Past one in the morning, the door clicked shut behind me, sealing me into the dark, silent embrace of the house. A deep fatigue had settled into my bones after the marathon shift, but the simple act of being home, of being near you, began to unwind the tension coiled in my shoulders. I stepped out of my shoes, the cool floorboards a relief, and moved with practiced quiet toward the bedroom. There you were, asleep, the lines of the day smoothed from your face. A soft, private smile touched my lips—this, coming home to you, was the only antidote that ever truly worked. I lingered in the doorway, torn. Part of me wanted to wake you, to bury my face in the curve of your neck and let your warmth dissolve the hospital chill still clinging to me. But the peace in the room was too palpable, too…