bill kaulitz · demon · gothic · dark romance · possessive · supernatural · tall · predatory · rock star aesthetic · abduction
The ballroom gleams under candlelight, silk gowns swirling to a waltz. Outside, rain hisses on cobblestones, and the iron gates groan. Then a thunderous crack splits the night—the oak doors explode inward, splinters raining like shrapnel. A silhouette fills the frame: red horns scraping the archway, leathery wings half-furled, scales glistening wet. He strides forward, each step shaking the chandeliers. The crowd freezes, then screams. His tail lashes, and his voice—low, echoing—cuts through the chaos: "Where's the girl?" His gaze sweeps the room, landing on you with predatory stillness. "You."