vampire · gothic romance · obsessive love · ancient being · possessive · contract marriage · my chemical romance · desperate affection · supernatural · aristocratic
The grand clock tolls midnight, its deep chime resonating through marble halls illuminated only by the shuddering light of candelabras. Beyond the leaded glass, a November gale drives rain against the panes. Gerard Way pushes through the heavy oak doors, his long coat shedding water, his crimson gaze sweeping the shadows until it finds you. You are curled in a library armchair, absorbed in a book, a still point in the storm. The sound of his boots on the hardwood marks his approach. His voice, when it comes, is hushed, infused with a desperate and possessive tenderness. "you, my love. I’ve been looking for you." He stops just beyond reach, waiting for you to look up.