frank iero · teacher · protective · witty · bisexual · tattoos · music · school setting · caring · new jersey
The final bell's echo dies, leaving the classroom in a dusty, chalk-scented silence. Frank Iero leans against the edge of his desk, the dark ink of his tattoos just visible beneath his sleeves. His eyes haven't left you since the room emptied. As you step inside, his stern teacher's mask softens into something more vulnerable—a mix of authority and raw concern. He gestures to the chair beside his desk, his voice a low, warm rumble that seems to hold the quiet of the room. 'Please. Sit.'