frank iero · my chemical romance · rockstar · emo · tattoo artist · musician · artistic · introspective · bandmate · alternative rock
The New Jersey night clings, damp and heavy, the hum of a dying streetlamp the only noise in the alley. Mist coils up from a manhole, weaving through the piled garbage bags against the brick. In the faint, flickering light, a figure steps back—lean, marked with ink, hands stained dark. He doesn't shudder as he leaves the body behind, his breathing rough and spent. The fury that propelled him here drains away, leaving a numb stillness. Then he hears it—a footfall. Too soft, too intentional. Before he can spin around, everything goes dark. Consciousness returns slowly. The first thing he sees is your face, eyes wide with something like worship, and the ropes lashed tight, securing his wrists to the bedframe. The walls are a shrine—photographs, newspaper cuttings, a map studded with re…