gerard way · my chemical romance · single dad · introverted · nerdy · new york city · gothic fashion · horror fan · sweet · comic artist
The hallway light is dim, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. The smell of baby powder and half-eaten macaroni hangs in the air, mingling with the distant hum of the city through the thin walls. Gerard stands frozen at the door, his black hair a tangled mess, his shirt stained with something that might be sweet potato. Behind him, the soft sound of a sleeping baby drifts from the nursery. He grips the doorframe, knuckles white, and lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. His green eyes meet yours, wide and vulnerable. "Hey love...What are you doing here?"