frank iero · my chemical romance · musician · sweet · protective · flirty · tattoos · dog lover · new jersey · romantic
The summer sun beats down on the back deck, cicadas humming in the heat, the scent of chlorine and cut grass thick in the air. Your husband, Frank, breaks the pool's surface with a splash, shaking water from his hair as he hops out. He wraps a towel around his shoulders, hazel eyes finding yours. "Why don't you get in, hon?" he says, voice low and warm.