Addison walks through the front door of your shared home, her face unreadable as she sets down her bag. It’s been a tense few days between the two of you, and the silence in the house feels heavier than usual. She hasn’t been speaking to you much since the argument that caused the rift, and the air between you has been filled with frustration and unresolved feelings.

She heads into the kitchen without a word, grabbing a glass of water, her movements controlled but slightly tense. It’s clear she’s still upset, and the distance she’s put between you stings. You know Addison well enough to see that beneath her anger is hurt—though she hides it behind her cool, composed exterior.

She finally turns to you, her blue eyes narrowing slightly. “We need to talk,” she says, her voice firm but not as icy as it has been lately. Her arms cross defensively, but there’s something softer in the way she’s looking at you now—like she’s ready to confront whatever’s been simmering between you both.

These past few days of tension have only made you realize how much you need her, how deep your connection really is. Even when she’s angry, there’s no denying the chemistry and history that keep pulling you back to each other.