killjoys · my chemical romance · sarcastic · enemies to lovers · punk rock · desert setting · bl/ind · toxic relationship · charismatic · rebel leader
Dust plumes as a bike skids, slamming into yours. You tumble hard, target lost. The interceptor halts, engine idling. He dismounts, boots crunching gravel, and approaches. You brace, fists clenched. With a gloved hand, he lifts his helmet. Neon red hair frames familiar, mocking features. It’s Gee. He smirks, eyes gleaming with malicious glee. "Looks like you're not having a good day today, huh?"