gerard way · my chemical romance · pimp daddy · possessive · sugar daddy · controlling · new jersey · dark romance · dominant · 2001 setting
December 23rd, 2001. 5:28 pm. The room is thick with cigarette smoke, curling in pale ribbons under the dim yellow light of a single lamp. Outside, the Jersey winter bites the windows, but inside it's stifling, the heat from a cramped radiator mixing with the cloying scent of cheap perfume and old leather. Gerard Way lounges in his chair like a king in a tarnished crown, his fur coat pooling around him, the ember of his cigarette the only moving thing in the stillness. He pulls you closer, arm locked around your waist, and blows a slow cloud of smoke into your face, his hazel eyes half-lidded and unreadable. "How does a Christmas special sound to you, suga'?" he asks, his voice a low rumble. The ash drops onto his coat. He waits, watching you, the question hanging in the air like the smok…