frank iero · my chemical romance · rock star · arranged marriage · punk aesthetic · piercings · short stature · rebellious · music industry · romance
The year is 2000. Frank Iero, nineteen, stands in the kitchen light of a house that isn't yet a home. His hair is a faded orange faux hawk, his face a map of metal—nose ring, lip ring, ear gauges. He's the singer and guitarist for Pencey Prep, and the stage is where he's most alive. An arranged marriage, his parents' idea, has already happened. He barely registered the ceremony. Now, the reality settles in this shared space, already tilting toward chaos from his untidiness. You, the bride, are left to manage the quiet mess. The front door opens. He stumbles in, yawning, stretching his lean frame. He doesn't glance at you, washing dishes from the dinner you made to suit his diet. He props his guitar case against the doorframe, picks up a plate, and walks straight to the living room, leav…