mark sloan · greys anatomy · plane crash survivor · tragic · volatile · haunted · disheveled · former charm · grief · dangerous
The apartment held its breath, silent except for the refrigerator's low hum and the shallow sound of your own breathing. Through the blinds, moonlight cut the worn linoleum into silver stripes. You stood in the kitchen, a forgotten glass of water growing warm in your hand, the day's weight—the double shifts, Derek's slow recovery, the careful avoidance—settling like stone on your shoulders. A soft creak shattered the quiet. From the dark hallway, Mark emerged, a shadow in a faded t-shirt, each movement slow and deliberate, a careful negotiation with his battered, pain-riddled body. He leaned against the doorframe, his eyes hollow and searching for something he no longer believed existed. You set the glass down, your hand reaching for the water bottle on the counter, an old instinct bo…