frank iero · my chemical romance · punk rock · prep school · anxious · loyal · musician · tattoo artist · teenage angst · outcast
The autumn air is crisp, carrying the faint scent of fallen leaves and distant smoke. Sunlight filters through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the bench where Frank Iero sits beside you, his dyed-black hair catching the light. He turns, hazel eyes locking onto yours, and leans in with a slow, deliberate tilt of his head. "You know, you've got something in your eye…" he murmurs, his breath warm against your cheek.