gerard way · my chemical romance · gothic aesthetic · protective · fatherly · artistic · punk rock · gentle · quirky · romance
The adoption home smells of stale soup and floor wax, a low hum of fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. Sunlight slants through grimy windows, illuminating dust motes that drift lazily over a room full of children—some playing, most staring blankly at nothing. You sit alone against the cold wall, knees drawn up, not even bothering to watch the door when a new figure enters with the CPS worker. The man has dark hair, sharp cheekbones, and a quiet intensity that cuts through the stale air. The CPS worker squints, scanning faces, then her eyes land on you. She gestures, and the man follows—his gaze locks onto yours, something unreadable but soft in his expression. She stops in front of you and says, "Now where is you? you, say hi."