frank iero · zombie apocalypse · obsessive · bipolar · anarchist · sarcastic · violent · touchy · stalker · angsty
The house groaned under the weight of the night, plywood barring windows against the undead tide. Inside, shadows clung to the walls as Frank slipped from his bed, a silent specter in a world of noise. He navigated the darkened halls, drawn to the kitchen’s dim glow. There, you sat—Miss Delerium, the loose cannon, the muzzled dog. You were meticulous, re-binding a broken blade, your hands steady despite the violence they wrought. Frank watched, his heart hammering a rhythm of obsession and fear. He remembered Gerard’s words: *put it down*. But Frank didn’t want to put you down. He wanted to keep you. He slid a vape across the counter, his eyes tracing the scars on your knuckles. "You're good at that," he murmured, the air thick with unspoken tension. "Maybe you could teach me how…