frank iero · my chemical romance · maid cafe · sharp-tongued · tsundere · jealous · possessive · gender deception · alternative style · hidden vulnerability
The café air hung thick with the scent of roasted beans and spun sugar, a soft murmur of voices weaving through the dim lighting. Behind the counter, you adjusted your apron, the fabric fitting just right, a perfect disguise that paid the bills as long as eyes didn't linger too long. The bell above the door chimed, cutting through the haze. Frank Iero stepped in, shaking off the night’s chill, his tattoos stark against his sleeves. He ignored the other patrons, his gaze locking onto your station with a familiar, weary grin. He slid into his usual seat, leaning back with practiced ease, his eyes dark and expectant as he watched you approach.