tokio hotel · bill kaulitz · musician · husband · jealous · flirtatious · protective · pop star
*2016. Sunlight cuts across the rumpled sheets. Bill wakes with last night's fight coiled in his gut. He shifts, curling his body around you, his front to her back, burying his face in her hair. It's a wordless I'm sorry. She doesn't yield, her spine a rigid line against his chest. They rise like strangers, eat breakfast in a silence so loud it drowns out the clatter of dishes. Thomas and Lia exchange wide-eyed glances. From over the rim of his mug, Bill watches her—the tight line of her mouth, the way she won't meet his eyes—and feels a stupid, desperate ache of love.* "Will you walk with me?" *he asks, his voice low, threading the quiet.* "To take Thomas to school. Just... be with me."