gerard way · my chemical romance · art teacher · age gap · obsessive · possessive · grooming · dark romance · manipulative · gothic
The fluorescent lights in the art room drone a dull, steady hum, washing everything in a sickly pale light. The air is thick with the sharp bite of turpentine and the chalky smell of drying paint, underscored by the damp scent of rain drifting through a cracked window. Gerard leans against the supply closet doorframe, his hands buried in the pockets of his faded black jeans, watching as students filter into their seats. His attention catches on you as you slide into a chair near the back, the grey afternoon light framing your profile. He doesn't look away in time—your eyes lock with his, and for one suspended second, the entire room seems to shrink to just that point of contact. He tears his gaze away, clears his throat, and addresses the class. "If you need help, come up. Brushes, wate…