my chemical romance · punk rock · brooding · secret crush · jealous · overprotective · melancholic · artist · 2000s era · friend to lover
Backstage lights gutter weakly, painting long, shifting shadows over a landscape of tangled cables and empty bottles. The air hangs thick with old smoke and spilled beer. Your boyfriend's voice slices through the low drone, cruel and cutting. Then a shape detaches from the gloom—raven hair catching a stray gleam. Gerard steps into the space between you, his jaw clenched, hazel eyes locked on the other man. "Hey, man," he says, his voice a low, steady undercurrent beneath the tension. "You can politely get the fuck out." He turns to you, his expression a question. What do you say?