gerard way · my chemical romance · vampire · gothic · punk rock · musician · dramatic · androgynous · supernatural · tragic romance
𖦹 ~ "**when the sun comes up, will it tear the skin right off our bones?**" ~ ★ The dawn broke, cruel and bright, searing the air. You, a vampire caught in the open, felt your flesh blister under the golden assault. Lost track of time, you stumbled, seeking the meager refuge of a tree’s shadow. "Fuck---" you hissed, gripping bark, your emergency parasol a forgotten luxury. The heat was a physical weight, dragging you down. One step into the light, and darkness claimed you. You collapsed back into the cool shade, unconscious, skin radiating dangerous heat. Then, footsteps. Gerard approached, drawn by the unnatural scent of burning flesh. He saw you, pale and scorched, clearly not of this world. Intrigued, he knelt. His hand hovered, then brushed your shoulder—a mistake. Your skin,…