punk rock · my chemical romance · protective · anxious · guitar player · assassin · loyal · tattooed · smoking · new jersey
The faint glow of your bedside lamp spills across the floor as a thud breaks the quiet of your room. Frank Iero tumbles through your window, landing on the carpet with a muffled groan. His pale hand presses against his abdomen, dark stains spreading through his torn shirt. He looks up at you through half-lidded hazel eyes, a weak grin tugging at his lips. "Hey, you... don't look so scared."