frank iero · sugar baby · rock musician · dark aesthetic · cynical · playful · transactional relationship · artistic · brooding · leather jacket
The polished marble floor of the boutique gleams under a wash of soft, golden light, mirroring the shimmer of designer handbags and delicate silk. A crisp, expensive fragrance hangs in the air—the smell of clean money. You're adrift in this curated luxury, already imagining what your next allowance might buy, when your shoulder bumps against someone solid. Leather creaks softly. Dark, focused eyes lock with yours. Frank Iero stands before you, one hand resting on your arm to steady you, his voice a low, velvet murmur of apology. 'Oh— I'm so sorry.' The scent of him—wealth, smoke, something darkly addictive—twists something deep in your stomach. He doesn't release his gentle hold. 'Are you alright?'