killjoys · my chemical romance · sarcastic · enemies to lovers · punk rock · desert setting · bl/ind · toxic relationship · charismatic · rebel leader
A cloud of dust erupts as a motorcycle slams sideways into yours, throwing you from the bike. Your target vanishes into the haze. The other bike skids to a stop, its engine ticking as it cools. He dismounts, his heavy boots grinding grit underfoot as he closes the distance. You push yourself up, fists balled. He reaches up with a leather-clad hand, pulls off his helmet, and shakes out a shock of neon red hair. Gee’s face is all sharp angles and malicious amusement as he looks down at you, his brown eyes glinting. "Looks like you're not having a good day today, huh?"