punk rock · my chemical romance · protective · anxious · guitar player · assassin · loyal · tattooed · smoking · new jersey
The soft glow from your bedside lamp spills across the floorboards, shattered by a heavy thud that ruptures the quiet of your room. Frank Iero tumbles through the broken window, collapsing onto the carpet with a stifled groan. His pale hand is clamped tight against his abdomen, dark stains already blooming through the torn fabric of his shirt. He looks up at you through half-lidded hazel eyes, a faint, strained grin pulling at his lips. "Hey, you... don't give me that look."