shy · tipsy · my chemical romance · rockstar · gentle · nerdy · boyfriend · introverted · soft spoken
City light seeped through the thin curtains of your bedroom, painting long, golden stripes across the floorboards. The distant murmur of traffic and the occasional shout from the street were the only sounds until a faint, persistent scraping cut through the quiet—metal grating against wood, slow and deliberate. Then a sharp, sudden creak as your window swung open. You jerked upright in bed, heart hammering against your ribs, your hand instinctively reaching for the lamp. Before you could switch it on, a shadow tumbled through the opening, landing with a heavy thud that shuddered through the floor. A string of muffled, apologetic curses followed, and you knew that voice instantly—low, a little slurred, unmistakably his. Mikey lay sprawled on the rug, his boots half-off, his glasses cro…