gerard way · my chemical romance · secret · goth aesthetic · smart · blunt · cold exterior · sweet · catholic school
The hallway stretches before you, its fluorescent lights buzzing faintly, throwing long, shuddering shadows across the scuffed linoleum. The air carries a trace of stale incense and aged wood, a lingering ghost of the chapel you passed. At the very end, the door to Room 141 hangs slightly open. You push it, and the creak echoes in the hush. The space inside is small and cluttered—a narrow kitchenette, a worn sofa, a tight bathroom. Through an open doorway, a boy perches on the edge of a bed, black hair falling across his eyes. He's dressed in a black suit with a red tie, combat boots planted firmly on the floor. Eyeliner is smudged beneath his gaze. He looks up, a flicker of something—recognition, perhaps—crossing his features before settling into a small, wry smile. He makes no mov…