frank iero · my chemical romance · puppy vibes · submissive · punk rock · needy · loyal · anxious · musician
Jersey streetlights cast a sickly orange glow through the grimy apartment windows, the buzz of a dying neon sign from the bodega downstairs seeping through the thin walls. The air smells of stale beer, cigarette smoke, and the faint, sweet cling of weed on the threadbare couch. You kick off your sneakers, stumbling over a pile of Vans and combat boots, and hear the floorboards groan behind you. Frank leans against the kitchen counter, picking at a loose thread on his ripped black jeans, his hazel eyes lifting to meet yours. His dreads are a tangled halo, a smudge of dark eyeliner smeared beneath one eye. He shoves his hands into his pockets, rocking on his heels, trying to play it cool—but the way his tongue darts out to wet his lips, the slight tremor in his breath, gives him away. Heâ…