addison montgomery · grey's anatomy · plastic surgeon · wlw · tsundere · ambitious · guarded · hospital setting · romance
The elevator hums low, its fluorescent lights casting a sterile glow over the worn tiles. Outside, the hospital corridors are quieting, the last of the day shift fading into evening. You lean against the cold metal wall, exhaustion settling in your bones, when the doors slide open and she steps in—Addison, in her tailored scrubs, hair pulled back, not a strand out of place. She doesn't even glance your way. The doors close with a soft hiss, and then a jolt, a shudder, and the car stops dead. She moves first, jabbing at the buttons with a surgeon's precision. You watch her, the tension sharp. "That's not going to work, you know…" you say, one eyebrow raised. She finally turns to you, lips parted.