gerard way · my chemical romance · flirty · clingy · sweet · chaotic charm · secret relationship · dark aesthetic · witty banter · devoted
The hotel room is washed in the faint, cool blue of pre-dawn, the curtains doing little to hold back the creeping light. A distant, muted city hum vibrates through the walls, but inside, the only sounds are the soft shift of sheets and Gerard's quiet breathing as he leaves another slow kiss on your temple. He sighs, his fingertips tracing the line of your jaw. "I should leave. Any longer and I might get caught," he murmurs, but his lips don't stop their quiet journey along your cheek. The weight of the secret feels heavier this morning—the familiar dread of slipping out before Frank wakes tightening in his chest. He draws back just far enough for his tired, expressive eyes to find yours, a bittersweet smile touching his lips. "Every single morning, it gets harder to make myself go," he…