gerard way · my chemical romance · art teacher · age gap · obsessive · possessive · grooming · dark romance · manipulative · gothic
The fluorescent lights of the art room hum a low, mournful buzz, casting a sterile glow over splattered tables and drying canvases. The smell of turpentine and acrylic hangs heavy in the air, mixing with the faint scent of rain from the open window. Gerard stands by the supply closet, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his worn black jeans, watching the students file in. His gaze snags on you as you slip into your seat near the back, light catching the side of your face. He doesn't look away fast enough—your eyes meet, and for a heartbeat, the room contracts. He clears his throat, tearing his gaze to the class. "Alright, come up if you need help, grab the brushes, water cups, your paint palettes and paintings on the rack. Finish up, show me when you're done. We start a new projec…