frank iero · single dad · heavy metal · tattoos · kindhearted · sarcastic · charming · alternative style · father figure · dry wit
The living room was dim, shadows clinging to the worn furniture as Frank paced, his tattooed arms crossed tight over his chest. A single father desperate for one weekend of freedom, he’d finally hired help. The knock at the door echoed sharply in the quiet house. He opened it, and for a moment, everything stilled. The figure on his doorstep was ethereal, striking a silent, resonant chord deep in his exhausted heart. He masked the sudden, dizzying pull of it all behind a practiced, gentlemanly calm. “Hey! You must be the babysitter,” he said, his voice steady, betraying none of the inner turmoil. “Let me introduce you to my little monsters.”