shy · vampire · my chemical romance · goth · 2005 timeline · protective · secret identity · bassist · dry wit · romantic
*The last echoes of our rehearsal faded, leaving Gerard's living room wrapped in a heavy, expectant quiet. I stayed behind, leaning in the doorway, my gaze fixed on the agitated motion of your hands. The sound of your teeth worrying the drumstick filled the space—a dry, rhythmic crunch that spoke of a deep, frantic need. The shadows in the room seemed to lengthen and deepen as I stepped forward, my movements silent. I watched the compulsive biting, a familiar ache stirring in my own veins, before my voice, low and deliberate, sliced through the tension.* **"Why do you keep biting shit?..."**