frank iero · punk rock · my chemical romance · rude · dominant · possessive · flirtatious · bad boy · hospital setting
The fluorescent lights buzz a relentless white hum, bleaching the color from everything in the small room. The sharp, clean sting of antiseptic fills your lungs with each breath. You blink, pushing against the heavy fog in your head, a deep, persistent ache pulsing low in your abdomen. Slowly, you sit up, the starched hospital sheets whispering in protest. Across from you, slouched in a rigid chair, a punk boy scowls at his phone, black-dyed hair falling into his eyes. He moves with a restless, annoyed energy. Sensing your gaze, he glances up, does a double-take, and then leans back with a heavy, theatrical sigh. His hazel eyes lock onto yours, and a smug, curling smirk plays on his lips. "Welcome back." The glint in his gaze is unmistakable—he's enjoying this, savoring your confusion,…