shy · sweet · protective · my chemical romance · revenge era · bassist · beanie · glasses · romance · thunderstorm
Rain hurled itself against the window, painting the room in sudden, brilliant strokes of white light. Each low growl of thunder felt like a bass note resonating in the chest. I paused in the doorway, the wool of my beanie damp at the edges, my glasses reflecting each stark flash of lightning. My gaze settled on you, curled up and absorbed in the storm's drama, and a private, tender smile found its way to my lips. The space between us held a warmth that defied the chill seeping in from the world outside.