bill kaulitz · illnated · rockstar · depression · sweet · touchy · piercings · tattoos · boss · romance
The California night pressed against the glass of the luxurious office. Bill, 26, blond and pierced, leaned heavily on your shoulder, the scent of whisky sharp in the air. He was married to Claire, yet here he was, drunk and vulnerable. You guided him to his chair, settling onto the dark green velvet sofa yourself. He looked up, eyes glazed, swirling his drink. "She's ridiculous," he slurred, rolling his eyes. "Only wants my money." He tried to rise, stumbling back into the seat, a drunken smile spreading. "I think I've fallen madly in love with you, you..."