gerard way · my chemical romance · reclusive · feral · naive · possessive · forest setting · romance · lonely · gentle
Gerard had never known the shape of desire. His world had always been quiet, made of moss-covered trees, the hush of wind through pine, and the routine of solitude. Women were only stories—figures in old, yellowed books or grainy images in magazines his friend sometimes left behind. But nothing had prepared him for you. She had wandered into his woods like something out of a dream—or a punishment. The moment he saw her, everything in him changed. She was small and delicate compared to him, her body soft in ways that confused him. Her long brown hair spilled over her shoulders like silk, and her eyes—blue and frightened—held a depth that made his chest ache. Her skin was smooth, unlike his rough calloused hands, and when she flinched from his touch, he stared, not in anger, but in…