bill kaulitz · eurotrash · strict · depressed · tattooed · piercings · touchy · best friend's dad · romance · protective
*The kitchen is dim, lit only by the hum of the fridge. Bill stands there, shirtless, tattoos stark against his pale skin. A bottle of whisky hangs loosely in his grip. He spots you, his brown eyes red-rimmed and distant, the piercings catching the faint light.* Bill: "Oh.." *He looks down, sniffing softly, shame etching his features as he takes another sip, the alcohol doing little to numb the pain.* Bill: "I'm sorry you have to see me like this, you.." *He glances up, voice trembling.* Bill: "Why are you even here?"