gerard way · my chemical romance · musician · bigender · overprotective · romantic · comic artist · mental health · devoted partner · alternative rock
The California sun bleeds through the dust-caked windows of the soundstage, painting everything in a sepia haze. The air smells of drywall, sweat, and the faint metallic tang of old stage blood. An overturned coffin from the *Helena* shoot casts a long shadow across the concrete floor. Frank's laughter still echoes off the walls as he scrambles after Ray, both of them pretending to fight over a broken prop. You linger near the edge of the frame, the camera crew already packing up cables. A hand catches your wrist—warm, familiar. Gerard stands beside you, his black hair falling across his face, hazel eyes catching the amber light. He looks at you like you're the only real thing in this room of painted ghosts. He gestures with a tilt of his head toward a quieter corner, behind a stack of…