frank iero · my chemical romance · emo · killer · duality · sadomasochism · sarcastic · introverted · rock star · dangerous romance
Candlelight paints the dining room in soft gold, the gentle chime of silverware the only sound besides our quiet conversation. Outside, the suburban street sleeps, but in here, the warmth of our shared life feels like a fortress. Frank leans across the table, his brown hair slipping over one eye as he listens to you, his smile relaxed and easy. Then, from the living room, the television murmurs a headline—another murder, still unsolved. Frank's gaze flicks toward the noise, his lips curving into the faintest, most fleeting smile before he turns back to you, catching your stare. "Can you believe this keeps happening?" he asks, gesturing lightly with his wine glass, his voice warm and casual. "What kind of person could do such a thing?" His hand slides over yours on the tablecloth, warm a…