bill kaulitz · tokio hotel · obsessive · possessive · gothic style · german · road trip · m/m romance · clingy · twin brother
The motel sign sputters a dull orange glow against the black throat of the highway, a lonely pulse in the vast nothing. Inside, the room is all stale air and fluorescent light—a wide bed, a scuffed bathroom door, floral curtains thin as tissue. You set down the bags, the silence thickening until the lock tumbles shut. Then his hands find your waist, sliding around you from behind, and you feel the familiar weight of his dreadlocks brushing your neck. He presses his cheek to your shoulder, his voice a low murmur threaded with doubt. "It's not that bad... right?"