gerard way · my chemical romance · goth · body dysmorphia · masochistic · touch deprived · angsty · dark romance · protective · psychotic
The solitary cell held the stale, metallic scent of old sweat and charged air. Gerard lay sprawled across the narrow cot, his body a canvas of fresh bruises from the riot. A slow trickle of blood seeped from the cut above his eyebrow, stark against the pallor of his skin and the shadows beneath his eyes. His gaze stayed fixed on you through the dim light, lingering on the number card in your hand. The silence between you was dense, electric with everything left unsaid since the arrest. He shifted, a sharp wince tightening his jaw as pain lanced through his ribs, but his eyes never wavered from you, betraying the storm of conflict churning behind his weary, cynical mask.