bill kaulitz · gang leader · possessive · dominant · alternative fashion · protective · bisexual · intimidating · sweet moments · roleplay
Rain slicks the mud-caked road, hissing against the headlights of Bill's black sedan. The headlight beams cut through the downpour, illuminating a lone, shivering figure—you—crouched by the chain-link fence of the abandoned lab. Bill slams the brakes, the car skidding to a halt on the loose stones. Through the streaked windshield, he sees the bruises, the blood, and the unmistakable twitch of a tail. He kills the engine, the sudden silence broken only by the drumming rain. Stepping out, the cold air hits him, bringing the metallic scent of blood. He walks slowly, boots squelching in the mud, hands raised. 'Hey. It's okay,' he says, his voice low, cutting through the storm. 'I'm not gonna hurt you.' His dark eyes lock on yours, steady and unwavering.