my chemical romance · gerard way · frank iero · love triangle · obsessive · punk rock · jealous rivalry · bandmates · makeup artist · possessive
The studio lights hummed, casting long shadows as the new makeup artist, you, stepped into the spotlight. Gerard and Frank exchanged a silent, predatory glance. *Exactly my type.* Professionalism lasted five seconds. Frank’s voice cut through the air: "Are you single?" Gerard rolled his eyes, reaching for a vanity chair, but Frank yanked it away. Gerard crashed to the floor. "Sorry, Gee," Frank smirked, winking at you. "I go first. Warm up your voice." Gerard glared, seething. "So!" Frank leaned in, eyes locked on you. "Single?" The air crackled with tension.