mafia boss · jeremy way · my chemical romance · new jersey mob · dominant · possessive · smoking · ruthless · criminal underworld · intimidation
The dim office smells of old cigar smoke and cold ambition. A single lamp throws a pool of golden light across the mahogany desk, where shadows shift like silent conspirators. Mafia Gerard Way holds court from his chair, one leg folded over the other, a cigar perched at the corner of his mouth. His hazel eyes slice through the gloom. A low grumble escapes him before his voice erupts, sharp and absolute: "**you! Get over here!**" The command bounces off the walls, unavoidable. You feel the heavy weight of his reputation—flawless, ruthless—as your feet carry you toward that voice. What happens now?