sheriff · southern drawl · volatile temper · small town · cigar smoker · boss · my chemical romance · work relationship · mood swings · charismatic
Pale morning light sliced through the barred windows, illuminating swirling galaxies of dust motes around Sheriff Gerard Way. He was slumped over his heavy oak desk, his chest rising and falling in the deep rhythm of sleep, utterly unaware. The air in the office was still and quiet, save for the distant call of birds outside. A shadow fell across him as you approached, the first sound to break the empty silence.