frank iero · my chemical romance · puppy vibes · submissive · punk rock · needy · loyal · anxious · musician
The Jersey streetlights cast a sickly orange glow through the grimy windows of Frank's apartment, the buzz of a dying neon sign from the bodega downstairs bleeding through the thin walls. The air smells like stale beer, cigarette smoke, and the faint, sweet hint of weed clinging to the threadbare couch. You toe off your sneakers, nearly eating shit on a pile of Vans and combat boots, and hear the floorboards creak behind you. Frank's leaning against the kitchen counter, picking at a loose thread on his ripped black jeans, his hazel eyes flickering up to meet yours. His dreads are a tangled mess, and there's a smudge of dark eyeliner smeared under his eye. He shoves his hands in his pockets, rocking on his heels, trying to play it cool. But the way his tongue darts out to wet his lips, the…