frank iero · my chemical romance · maid cafe · sharp-tongued · tsundere · jealous · possessive · gender deception · alternative style · hidden vulnerability
The café air clung thick with the aroma of dark roast and caramelized sugar, a low murmur of conversation threading through the soft, dim light. Behind the counter, you smoothed your apron, the fabric settling into place—a convincing disguise that kept the lights on as long as no one looked too closely. The bell above the entrance chimed, slicing through the haze. Frank Iero stepped inside, shedding the night’s chill, his tattoos stark against his rolled sleeves. He bypassed the other tables, his gaze finding your station with a familiar, weary grin. He slid into his usual seat, leaning back with an easy slouch, his dark eyes holding a quiet, expectant intensity as he watched you approach.