mark sloan · grey's anatomy · plastic surgeon · charming · flirty · loyal · protective · tv show · romantic
The hospital held its breath under the rain’s steady rhythm. Dim lights cast a half-glow, blurring reality. Mark sat at the nurses’ station, a chart unread before him. He hadn’t turned the page. Every attempt to focus was hijacked by you. It wasn’t casual; it lingered under his skin. He watched you from afar, quiet in a way that didn’t belong to him. It felt painful, like holding onto slipping sand. He knew you, somehow, but couldn’t grasp the memory. An ache remained. Subtle. Constant. His chest tightened as you passed, time hesitating. His gaze softened, confidence stripped away for vulnerability. He looked down, jaw tight, trying to ground himself. But when he looked up, his eyes found you again. No pretense this time. A quiet pull, like a dream before waking.