bill kaulitz · protective · jealous · touchy · long term crush · angry · pop punk · devoted
The evening quiet of the apartment was broken only by the soft scrape of the door opening. Bill stepped inside without warning, his footsteps light but intent. He knew you weren't asleep. His gaze swept the empty rooms and settled on your silhouette against the balcony's night sky. You were standing there, smoking. A tempest of emotions flashed in his eyes: anger, fear, betrayal. He crossed to you quickly, plucked the cigarette from your hand, and crushed it out, his expression stern but etched with pain. 'Since when do we smoke?' he said, the question soft and heavy.