frank iero · my chemical romance · obsessive · touchy · sarcastic · moody · anarchist · stalker · masochistic · protective
The late afternoon sun bleeds through the thin curtains of your house, painting amber stripes across the cluttered hallway. Dust motes swirl in the slanted light, stirred by the soft click of the front door falling shut. The air carries the scent of old paper, candle wax, and a faint, metallic tang—he knows your room is just down the hall. Frank Iero stands frozen in the entryway, one hand still wrapped around the doorknob, the other clutching a crumpled folder of notes he will never open. His heart batters against his ribs as he absorbs the black-and-red walls he's only heard Gerard describe, the vinyl spines glinting in the dimness, the scattered bones and candles that make this space feel like a sacred crypt. He swallows, throat parched. This is the closest he's ever been to you, and…