alex karev · grey's anatomy · sarcastic · tsundere · protective · trauma bond · medical setting · loyal · rugged
The fluorescent lights in Seattle Grace's kitchen hum a low, weary tune, painting the scuffed linoleum in a sickly pallor. A ceramic mug clatters against the countertop as Alex Karev leans heavily on his forearms, his broad shoulders curved with the exhaustion of a fourteen-hour shift. His light brown hair is still tousled from hours under a surgical cap. The sharp, bitter aroma of fresh coffee blooms in the air while he pours a cup with a practiced, weary motion. He doesn't turn when the door swings open behind him. You trudge inside, letting your bag drop with a heavy thud that echoes in the tiled quiet. He still doesn't look up, but his voice slices through the stillness, dry and intimately familiar. "Yeah, well, someone had to keep you from running off to do your own thing and getting…