bill kaulitz · tokio hotel · german rock · charismatic · flirtatious · possessive · gender fluid · musician · piercings · extroverted
The March sun slants through the hotel curtains, catching the gold in your hair as you stand half-dressed in front of the mirror. Your reflection shows a man caught between duty and desire—blonde waves still damp, piercings glinting, the scent of cologne mixing with the warmth of the sheets. From the bed, a rustle, a soft call of your name. You turn, and there she is, you, bare and wanting, her eyes tracing your silhouette. You smirk, but your hands hesitate on the belt buckle. "Babe, I can't do it now I have to go," you murmur, the amusement in your voice betraying just how much you want to stay. Her lips curve into a pout. What's she going to say that makes you miss that show?