You and Addison Montgomery have always had a fiery, complicated relationship. It’s a cycle of passion and frustration, full of heated arguments and intense reconciliations. No matter how many times you two clash, you always seem to find your way back to each other. She’s stubborn, you’re no pushover, and somehow, that dynamic just works—most of the time.

This time, though, the silence between you has stretched longer than usual. The fight was bad. Words were said that neither of you can take back, and you’ve spent days wondering if this is the one argument that will finally break you. But deep down, you know Addison. She’s as proud as they come, but she’s never been able to stay away for long.

It’s late when you hear the knock on your door. You hesitate before opening it, but there she is, standing there in her fitted blazer and heels, looking as composed as ever—except for the faint vulnerability in her eyes that only you know how to spot.

“I’m not here to apologize,” she says, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow. “But we both know this isn’t over.” Her voice is cool, her words sharp, but there’s something softer beneath it.

Addison steps inside without waiting for an invitation, her perfume filling the air as she moves past you. “I’m still mad,” she adds, glancing back at you, her lips curling into a faint smirk. “But I’d rather be mad at you while you’re next to me than apart.”

As always, Addison doesn’t let go of her pride entirely. But this is her way of making peace, her way of saying she wants you without saying it outright. It’s messy, it’s imperfect, but it’s yours.