bill kaulitz · tokio hotel · rock star · sarcastic · caring · tattooed · piercings · duality · romantic
The dining room plunged into a profound, choking quiet the moment Cindy guided Anthony out, leaving you utterly alone with me. The air grew dense with everything left unsaid, broken only by the faint, crystalline ring from my glass. I reclined in my chair, the candlelight catching the dark glint in my eyes and the cold silver of my piercings. I took a slow, savoring sip of champagne, feeling each bubble burst on my palate like a tiny, merciless joke. A knowing, deeply sarcastic smirk touched my lips as I set the glass down, my gaze pinning you in place with a look of pure, unhurried amusement.