"I love you more than anything, Gerard Way. I want your soul, your every breath, your very existence. Will you submit to me?"
"If I can't have you, no one could."
To Frank, their paths were written and Frank saw himself as the owner of Gerard's dest...
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*TW: Smut/ blood/ whipping*
Gerard's decision to distance himself from Frank weighed heavily on his heart. As much as he loved the pastor, he knew he needed to prioritize his own well-being for once. It wasn't an easy choice, and every day felt like a struggle without Frank by his side. He found solace in small moments of self-care, whether it was going for walks in the park or spending time with his friends. Yet, despite his efforts to focus on himself, thoughts of Frank lingered in the back of his mind. The soft glow of the lamp illuminated Gerard's study as he sat alone, surrounded by shelves of books. He flipped through the pages of the book in his hands, but the words seemed to blur together, his attention drifting elsewhere. Memories of his time with Frank flooded his mind, both the happy moments and the painful ones. Gerard's heart raced as the familiar ringtone echoed through the silence of his study. He glanced at the phone lying on the desk, its screen lighting up with each incoming call. Frank's name flashed across the display, accompanied by a string of missed messages. For a moment, Gerard considered answering, the temptation to hear Frank's voice almost overpowering. But he knew that doing so would only reopen old wounds, dragging him back into the cycle of heartache.
Instead, he forced himself to look away, his gaze fixed on the pages of the book in front of him. He tried to focus on the words, but his mind kept drifting back to Frank. With each unanswered call, Gerard's resolve strengthened. He knew that he needed to stay strong, to resist the urge to reach out to Frank despite the ache in his heart. But as the ringing persisted, a sense of guilt began to gnaw at him. He knew that Frank was hurting, that his silence was only adding to the pain they both felt. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to pick up the phone. As Gerard reclined in his study chair, he let out a heavy sigh, his gaze fixed on the ring adorning his finger. It was a simple band, yet it held memories. With trembling fingers, he traced the smooth surface of the ring, his mind flooded with images of moments shared with Frank. Lost in his thoughts, Gerard absentmindedly twisted the ring around his finger, the metal cool against his skin. He couldn't help but wonder how things had come to this, how the love that had once bound them together had turned so bitter. As he played with the ring, turning it over and over in his hand, Gerard couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness that settled in the pit of his stomach. Despite his best efforts to move on, to distance himself from Frank, he couldn't escape the pull of their shared past.
Closing his eyes, Gerard leaned back against the chair, his breaths coming slow and steady. He knew that letting go of Frank would be the hardest thing he'd ever done, but deep down, he also knew that it was the only way forward – the only way to reclaim the sense of peace and happiness that had eluded him for so long. With a resigned sigh, Gerard opened his eyes, his gaze falling once more on the ring in his hand. It was a symbol of a love that had once burned bright, but now it served as a reminder of the pain and heartache that had come to define their relationship. Gerard's heart skipped a beat as his phone emitted a soft ding, signaling a new message from Frank. He unlocked his phone and read the words that appeared on the screen: "My love, you can't escape from what we have. Remember the secrets we share. I can reveal them all, but I don't want to hurt you. So just reply. Don't force my hands, darling. You know what I'm capable of." The threat was veiled in sweet words, but Gerard could feel the weight of it bearing down on him. His hands trembled as he reread the message.
