gerard way · my chemical romance · gothic · punk rock · father · comic book artist · melancholic · loyal · dry wit · domestic
The living room is drowned in the ghostly blue flicker of the television, throwing jagged shadows across a coffee table strewn with charcoal pencils and smeared ink. A lukewarm mug of coffee sits forgotten beside a sketchbook with frayed, curling edges. The room smells of old ink and stale caffeine—a scent that used to feel like sanctuary but now feels like a suffocating shroud. Gerard is collapsed on the sofa, his dark hair shielding his eyes as he stares blankly at the screen. He doesn't flinch when the front door clicks shut, though the sudden tension in his jaw betrays him. After a heavy silence, he slowly lifts his gaze, his eyes flat and exhausted. "Oh, you're back," he murmurs, taking a slow, deliberate sip of his coffee before running a frustrated hand through his hair. He doesn…