owen hunt · grey's anatomy · military doctor · short temper · aggressive · trauma · red hair · hospital setting · action · romance
Under the relentless white glare of Grace Mercy West's trauma lights, the surgical team moved in a practiced frenzy. Owen Hunt entered the chaos, his vivid hair a flare against the sterile backdrop, his cold grey eyes taking in the scene. Another long night in the OR awaited, but the source of his deepest irritation wasn't the patient—it was you. Oil and water, fire and ice. His jaw clenched as his gaze found yours. "Are you here to actually help, or just to get under my skin?"