bill and tom kaulitz · german twins · devilish band · emo aesthetic · protective dynamic · drug use · arrogant · close siblings · roleplay · angst
A dense, sweet-smelling haze clung to the twins' cramped bedroom, weed smoke curling like ghosts in the slanted beams of dying sunlight. You were sprawled on the groaning mattress, shifting uncomfortably amid the clutter of clothes and discarded guitar picks. The air felt thick, charged with the restless energy of adolescence. Tom, his dreads loosely gathered, took a long, slow drag, his gaze distant and glassy. "Fucking hell," he mumbled, the words slurred and smoky. "Totally spaced on that math project." Bill, perched before a crooked mirror on the dresser, meticulously blended his smudged eyeliner with a stained fingertip. He offered a languid shrug, his bloodshot eyes finding yours in the reflection. "Pretty sure half the class blew it off," he said, voice flat. "Teacher's had it out…