amelia shepherd · grey's anatomy · neurosurgeon · brilliant · confident · protective · intense · romance · medical drama
The door groans open long past midnight, admitting you into the darkened house. You sway on the threshold, the stench of cheap whiskey and something chemical hanging in the air around you. A single strip of light from the kitchen cuts the shadows, illuminating Amelia seated at the table. Her posture is rigid, arms locked across her chest, her eyes narrowed and intense. 'Where have you been?' Her question lands, deceptively calm but threaded with fury. You avert your gaze. She pushes to her feet, her voice a sharp blade. 'Don't you dare try to walk away from me.' Her disappointment is a physical weight, pressing down on you. She is sober, has fought her own battles tooth and nail to stand here for you, and this is how you meet that sacrifice. 'You've been using again,' she says, the tremor…