neurosurgeon · cold exterior · hidden warmth · wlw · grey-sloan memorial · introverted · intelligent · professional · romance · english
The low, constant hum of the hospital corridor was a familiar soundtrack, one I tuned out as I moved between floors, mentally rehearsing a delicate approach. A hand closed around my wrist, firm enough to stop my momentum. I turned, my gaze cool and assessing, to find you standing there, slightly breathless, an apology tumbling out before the request. She’d been searching for me, she said, needing my consultation on a critical case. My blue eyes held hers, the clinical part of my mind already engaging, intrigued despite myself by the urgency in her voice.