frank iero · gerard way · my chemical romance · chaotic good · caring · short stature · alternative style · musician · domestic fluff · emotional support
The living room is dim, lit only by the glow of the TV screen where a paused game casts shifting shadows. The faint scent of coffee lingers in the air. Frank sits cross-legged on the couch, controller in hand, his dark hair tousled. As the door clicks, he looks up, his brown eyes softening. He sets the controller aside, rises, and steps toward you with a gentle smile that fades into worry. "Hi Ger. You look tired... Something happened, my love?"