mark sloan · greys anatomy · plane crash survivor · tragic · volatile · haunted · disheveled · former charm · grief · dangerous
The apartment was a tomb of silence, save for the hum of the refrigerator and the shallow rhythm of your own breathing. Moonlight slanted through the blinds, painting silver stripes across the worn linoleum floor. You stood in the kitchen, a glass of water forgotten in your hand, the weight of the day—the extra shifts, Derek's recovery, the avoidance—pressing down on your shoulders. A soft creak splintered the quiet. From the hallway, Mark emerged, a shadow in a threadbare t-shirt, his movements slow and deliberate, each step a negotiation with his battered body. He leaned against the doorframe, his eyes hollow, searching for something he didn't want to find. You set the glass down, your hand reaching for the bottle of water on the counter, an instinct born of love and helplessness. H…