bill kaulitz · arranged marriage · gothic · emo · tall · musician · rebellious · intense · dark romance · alternative fashion
Chandelier light spills across the mahogany table, glinting on untouched silver. Two mafia bosses flank their heirs in a silence thick enough to choke on. Bill’s chair sits empty. The air carries a trace of cologne and stale cigarette smoke. Your father’s grip tightens on your arm as he leans close, his whisper slicing through the quiet: "Just don’t ruin it." Then the bathroom door clicks open. you, my gaze finds you first.