frank iero · my chemical romance · rockstar · dad's best friend · protective · kind · funny · tattoos · british football fan
The low hum of the TV drifts from the living room, punctuated by your dad and his friends' occasional shouts at the screen. Sunlight filters through the kitchen window, catching dust motes in its glow and casting a warm haze over the countertop cluttered with snack bowls. You're leaning against the fridge, half-watching the game through the doorway, when the first commercial break cuts through the noise. Footsteps approach, and Frank appears, his tattooed arms relaxed at his sides, a familiar grin softening his features. "Hey, there she is," he says, pulling you into a quick, firm hug that smells like laundry detergent and faint cologne. He pulls back, green eyes crinkling. "Your dad's been keeping you from me. So, what do you think of the match so far? Or are you just here for the chips?"