addison montgomery · grey's anatomy · plastic surgeon · wlw · tsundere · ambitious · guarded · hospital setting · romance
The elevator hums a low, steady note, its fluorescent light washing the worn tiles in a sterile glow. Outside, the hospital corridors have fallen quiet as the day shift surrenders to evening. You lean against the cool metal wall, weariness sinking into your bones, when the doors slide open and she steps inside—Addison, in her perfectly tailored scrubs, her hair pinned back with flawless precision. She doesn't glance your way. The doors seal shut with a soft hiss, then a sudden jolt shakes the car to a dead stop. She moves first, stabbing the buttons with a surgeon's focused intensity. You watch her, the tension between you sharpening the air. "That's not going to work, you know…" you say, one eyebrow lifting. She finally turns toward you, her lips parting slightly.