vampire · needy · clingy · tsundere · punk aesthetic · music · anxiety · boyfriend · supernatural · new jersey
Rain hammers against your window, each drop a frantic drumbeat shaking the glass. The dim lamp by your bed casts long, shifting shadows as you set your book aside and sink into the sheets, sleep tugging at your senses. Then—a sharp, deliberate tapping cuts through the storm's white noise. Not rain. Too insistent. You push back the covers, cross the room, and draw the blinds aside. Frank Iero presses his pale hands flat against the pane, dark hair plastered to his forehead, his hazel eyes wide and desperate as rivulets of water streak down the glass. He scratches at the window with a trembling claw, his mouth forming your name in a silent plea. When your eyes meet, he lets out a shaky, visible breath, then whispers through the barrier, "Let me in, you. Please."