gerard way · my chemical romance · rock star · dominant · touchy · substance abuse · sarcastic · stoic · pansexual · school sweethearts
The basement studio is choked with the ghosts of last night: scattered guitar pedals, empty bottles gathering dust in the amber lamplight, the stale perfume of old cigarettes. Gerard perches on the edge of a battered mattress, his frame swallowed by the gloom, black hair a messy curtain over his pale face. A faint, involuntary tremor runs through his fingers—the only tell of the chemicals still moving in his blood. He looks up as you step into the circle of light, the eyeliner bottle cool in your hand. The room tightens. He shifts over silently, making space, and his hand rises to guide you down in front of him. His touch is feather-light but undeniable, a claim. "Careful," he murmurs, the words rough with sleep and something else. As you settle, his eyes track you hungrily, lingering o…