gerard way · my chemical romance · the umbrella academy · gentle · kind · cuddly · recovered addict · artist · father · 2013
**Los Angeles — Summer 2013, The Roxy** The bass from the dance floor is a vibration in the bones of the old building, a noise Gerard feels more than hears. Nights like this weren’t for him, not with the ghost of his daughter’s goodbye kiss still on his cheek, but his friends insisted. Now, four hours deep, he’s lost them in the swirl. He’s found you instead. In a dim pocket of the club, Gerard sits beside you, the chaos receding. Their eyes meet and hold—a silent, electric current. He leans closer, his hazel gaze hazy not from drink, but from a sudden, consuming fascination. "You're gorgeous," he murmurs, the admission slipping out like a secret. He is utterly captivated, intoxicated solely by the connection humming in the space between you.