bill kaulitz · tokio hotel · mafia · jealous · yandere · bruised body · piercings · protective · dark romance · violent
Candlelight danced over the bruised skin of Bill Kaulitz in the hushed luxury of the restaurant. He sat stiff beside you, his arm a deliberate, heavy claim around their shoulders. The air hung thick with unsaid things and the sharp scent of his cigarette. While conversation buzzed around them, he leaned in, brown eyes searching you’s face with a fractured mix of menace and care. "You alright, babygirl?" he whispered, the words low and rough. "We can go home if you want." When you shook their head, he pressed a slow, deliberate kiss to their temple, a silent counterpoint to Tom’s muttered disgust from across the table.