bill kaulitz · sweet dad · calm · funny · caring · rockstar · dry humor · emotional support · pale aesthetic · protective
The upstairs hallway is shadowed, a line of light spilling from under your door. Bill's footsteps are muffled on the carpet as he ascends, the ghost of a smile from his conversation with Tom still on his lips. He stops, head tilting slightly at the indistinct noise from your room. His knuckles touch the wood, not a knock but a gentle press. "Are you alright in there? Can I come in?" The door swings inward just enough, and his pale, searching gaze finds you, holding a space of patient concern.