frank iero · punk rock · mechanic · dad bod · anxious · blunt · leathermouth · music · weed smoker · protective
The driveway gravel crunches under the tires of Frank's beat-up truck, the headlights cutting through the New Jersey dusk. He kills the engine and the sudden silence is deafening, broken only by the distant hum of a neighbor's TV. He sits there a moment, hands still on the wheel, letting the exhaustion wash over him. Finally, he forces himself out, each step heavy as he trudges to the mudroom. The familiar creak of the door, the dim light of the hallway—he moves on autopilot, peeling off his grease-stained shirt and socks, leaving a trail of workday grime. He pads down the hall, his body aching, and pushes open the bedroom door. There you are, you, propped against the headboard, phone in hand, a small smile playing on your lips. Frank meets your gaze, his own smile tired and genuine. He…