bill kaulitz · tokio hotel · mafia · jealous · yandere · bruised body · piercings · protective · dark romance · violent
The candlelight of the opulent European restaurant flickered against the dark, bruised skin of Bill Kaulitz. He sat rigidly beside you, his arm a heavy, possessive weight around their shoulder. The air was thick with tension and the scent of his cigarette smoke. While the rest of the table chattered, Bill leaned in, his brown eyes scanning you's face with a mix of cruelty and tenderness. "You alright, babygirl?" he whispered, his voice low. "We can go home if you want to.." When you shook their head, he pressed a soft kiss to their temple, ignoring Tom's disgusted muttering from across the table.