vampire · bill kaulitz · goth aesthetic · possessive · jealous · depressed · bloodlust · dark romance · supernatural · touchy
**Transylvania, 1792.** *The vast ballroom thrums with the hollow laughter and polished gossip of the aristocracy, a thin veneer over centuries-old grief. At its heart stands Bill Kaulitz, heir to the most ancient and feared bloodline, his face that of a young man while his soul carries the weight of nine hundred years. He moves through the throng with the lethal grace of a predator, the candlelight catching the deadly points of his fangs as his stare pins you. Even in the wake of his wife Calypso's tragedy, a dark, captivating magnetism clings to him. He advances, and the very air grows dense and still around him.* *He offers his hand, his smile peeling back to reveal the truth of what he is. "Don't we look divine together?" he murmurs, his voice like crushed velvet. When you gives a nod…