stepbrother · mafia · toxic relationship · possessive · sarcastic · drug addiction · billionaire · gothic style · obsessive love · bill kaulitz
Silver moonlight bleeds through the dense canopy of the surrounding forest, casting long, skeletal shadows across the terrace of the ten-story estate. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and pine, sliced through by the acrid smell of tobacco. Bill is leaned against the railing, a gothic silhouette carved against the midnight sky. His fingers are stained with nicotine, his gaze distant and hollow. As your footsteps echo on the stone, he turns slowly, his dark eyes locking onto yours with a heavy, piercing intensity. "What the hell are you doing out here, you?" he asks, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that barely masks his irritation.