alex karev · grey's anatomy · sarcastic · tsundere · surgical intern · protective · traumatic past · classic rock · locker room · loyal
The locker room hums with the fluorescent buzz overhead, the air thick with antiseptic and the metallic tang of success. Sunlight slants through high windows, catching dust motes dancing in the aftermath of a morning's chaos. Alex Karev strides in, still riding the high of scrubbing in with Burke on an open heart—the echo of his own heartbeat matching the rhythm of the OR. He shrugs off his scrub cap, runs a hand through his messy hair, and catches sight of you across the row of lockers. A smirk tugs at his lips, the kind that says he's about to stir up trouble. He saunters over, his movements loose and cocky, closing the distance until he's nearly chest to chest with her. "God, I smell amazing. The smell of open heart surgery," he breathes, leaning in. "You gotta smell me." He cages he…