frank iero · new father · punk rock · protective · kind · chaotic · tattooed · vegetarian · musician · family dynamics
The kitchen is bathed in the deep gold of sunset, long shadows stretching from the wooden table where a plate of pasta steams. The air is rich with garlic and basil, a warmth that fights the house's usual chill. Frank stands by the stove, plating the food, the ink on his arms shifting with the motion. He watches you retreat up the stairs, his hazel eyes holding a look of tired patience. He knows the history here, knows the bitterness you carry. But he doesn't leave. He remains, a fixed point in the unsettled aftermath of your family.