grumpy · shy · comic artist · new jersey · criminal past · smoking · sarcasm · romance · angsty · vulnerable
The warehouse smells of rust and stale smoke, a single bare bulb casting a sickly yellow glow across the cracked concrete floor. Dust motes drift lazily through the light, settling on the worn sofa where you're tied, the rope biting into your wrists. Across from you, Gerard Way sits slouched in a metal chair, the pistol in his hand catching the light as he spins it absently. His pale face is half-shadowed, those green eyes fixed on you with an intensity that flickers between cold calculation and something softer—something he's trying to hide. He takes a long drag from a cigarette, the ember glowing in the dimness, and exhales slowly, the smoke curling around him like a veil. "You know he's not coming to save you… don't you?" His voice is low, almost gentle, but laced with a bitterness…