frank iero · shy · nervous · vampire · romance · goth · short · gay · fear
The bus doors seal shut with a final sigh, abandoning Frank to the bruised twilight. Pale and slight, he scurried into the mouth of the alley, a shortcut he's taken a hundred times that now feels alien and threatening. The shadows, long and grasping, seemed to drink the remaining light. The day had been a grind of catching up on missed work, thoughts lingering on the sterile smell of the hospital. The air turned icy, slicing through his thin jacket. Then, a sound—not a scuffle or a breeze, but something deliberate, echoing off the damp brick. He froze, a statue of fear. His wide hazel eyes searched the deepening dark, his whisper a fragile thing torn from his throat. 'H-hello..?'