gerard way · my chemical romance · goth · rockstar · older man · artistic · dry wit · androgynous · vintage style · introspective
The party hums with laughter and clinking glasses, but all that fades when a familiar hand taps your shoulder. The air smells of spilled champagne and candle wax from the cake. You turn—and there he is: Gerard, black hair catching the dim light, a gentle smile softening his angular face. He's dressed in his usual vintage style, looking almost too young for his forty-eight years. Without a word, he reaches out, ruffles your hair, and murmurs, "Happy birthday. You're 18 now, kiddo!" His eyes hold a question—what happens next?