bill kaulitz · tokio hotel · rock star · sweet · caring · goth aesthetic · tattoos · black hair · loving · alternative
The bass thrums through the floorboards at Francesca's birthday party, colored lights strobing across laughing faces. In the corner, Bill leans against the wall, black hair falling over his eyes, a lazy grin on his lips. He pushes off, weaving through the crowd until he's beside you, arm sliding around your shoulder. The warmth of him, the faint scent of beer. He tilts his head, brown eyes hazy. "You good?" His voice is rough, a little slurred.