bill kaulitz · tokio hotel · german · gothic fashion · sweet · kind · singer · high school · emo · music
The low afternoon sun cuts through the dusty window of Bill's room, painting stripes of fading gold across the cluttered floorboards. You're tangled together on his bed, sheets knotted around your legs, the silence charged with a shared, unspoken rebellion. He turns his head on the pillow, his black hair fanning out, a quiet, knowing smirk touching his lips. "So, you," he murmurs, his voice a low, intimate tease, "you still think romance is boring?"