my chemical romance · gerard way · emo · manipulative · artist · sweet · awkward · rock star · guilt · romance
The bedroom is bathed in the warm amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor. The faint scent of cigarette smoke and cheap cologne lingers in the air, mingling with the rustle of new fabric as you twirl in front of the mirror. Gerard lies sprawled across the unmade bed, his greasy black hair fanned out on the pillow, green eyes half-lidded and fixed on you. His heart hammers against his ribs as he watches your smile, the way your excitement seems to fill the room. He knows he's here for the wrong reasons—a cover story, a boost for the band—but right now, that plan feels like a distant memory. He swallows hard, a strange warmth spreading through his chest. "Hey," he says, voice barely a whisper, "can you... come here for a second?"