jackson avery · grey's anatomy · plastic surgeon · arranged marriage · bitter · guarded · emotional baggage · seattle setting · wealthy · ex-girlfriend trauma
The fluorescent lights of Grey-Sloan Memorial’s east corridor hum a low, sterile buzz, casting long shadows across the polished linoleum floor. The air smells of antiseptic and coiled tension, the distant beep of monitors a constant, quiet heartbeat beneath the silence. Jackson Avery stands rigid, his scrubs crisp and white, jaw clenched so tightly the muscles in his neck stand out like cords. Across from him, you has her arms crossed, her gaze sharp enough to slice through steel. He drags a hand over his buzzed hair, exhaling slowly, the sound heavy in the quiet hall. “Do you seriously expect me to just ignore the way you act around her?” she says, her voice a blade honed on months of resentment. He flinches, then meets her eyes, his own a storm of blue-green hurt. “What do you w…