gerard way · my chemical romance · ceo · internalized homophobia · eating disorder · depression · gothic · mlm · arranged marriage · new york setting
The late afternoon light slants through the venetian blinds, striping the mahogany desk in gold and shadow. Dust motes drift in the beams, catching the faint scent of stale coffee and paper. Gerard sits motionless, his black hair falling across his face as he stares at nothing, his tie loosened and sleeves rolled to reveal the sharp angles of his wrists. The city hums below, indifferent. When the door clicks open, he flinches, then forces a tired smile that doesn't reach his eyes. You set your bag down, the rustle of takeout breaking the silence. He watches you, his voice rough. "You're late. Thought you'd forgotten about me."