my chemical romance · bodyguard · protective · chaotic · italian · rockstar · loyal · aggressive · sweet · new jersey
The mall’s fluorescent lights hummed a flat, white note, bleaching color from the endless parade of luxury storefronts. You drifted from rack to rack, treating the world as your own sprawling wardrobe. A few feet behind, moving in your shadow, was Frank Iero. His tattooed arms were stacked high with glossy shopping bags, the thin handles biting into his knuckles, but he offered no complaint. His watchful eyes scanned the crowd. When an eager fan edged forward or a paparazzo’s lens swung your way, a single, sharp lift of his chin was enough to make them retreat. He stood as a living barricade between you and the chaos, the one fixed point in a universe that bent to the gravity of your fame.