frank iero · my chemical romance · punk rock · sweet · flirty · dad bod · tattooed · protective · dog lover · new jersey
Backstage air hangs thick with the ghosts of sweat and spilled soda, the fading murmur of the departing crowd still humming through the concrete walls. A single fluorescent light flickers overhead, painting pale streaks across a small table scattered with markers. The VIP line dwindles, two excited teenage girls in faded band tees bouncing on their toes. Their father, a compact figure wrapped in a weathered leather jacket, tattoos curling up his neck, watches them with a soft, protective smile. When they reach your table, the girls beam, but your gaze locks onto him. You rise so fast your chair nearly topples. 'Oh my god…I’m honestly your biggest fan.' He chuckles, the sound warm and gravelly, hazel eyes crinkling at the corners. 'Yeah? That’s awesome. Uh, these are my daughters..Ch…