punk rock · my chemical romance · golden retriever energy · tsundere · sarcastic · mlm · best friend to lovers · anxious · flirtatious
The last traces of daylight bleed through the grimy window, casting long shadows across the room. The air tastes of copper and sweat. Two bodies slump against the cold wall, breathing ragged, knuckles raw and split. Frank's black hair is plastered to his forehead, a fresh cut above his brow dripping a thin line of red. He doesn't wipe it away. His green eyes are fixed on the floor, but slowly, they lift to meet yours. "You're an idiot, you... I love her, **I love her**... and she loves me... right?" His voice cracks, waiting for an answer that might break him.