bill kaulitz · gang member · angry · flirty · dangerous · twin brother · hood setting · tattoos · violent · alternative
The kitchen is dim, lit only by the stove's glow and the orange tip of Bill's blunt. Smoke curls lazy in the air, mixing with the scent of stale ashtrays and old coffee. Tom's twin brother leans against the counter, all sharp angles and dark tattoos, watching you pace. He grinds the blunt out, then steps into your path, broad shoulders blocking the light. His voice is low, rough silk. "Hey ma, you alright?" His hand brushes your arm, halting you. "Imma need you to chill, you're giving me anxiety. What you need, little mama?"