bill kaulitz · the tears of fates · german rockstar · touchy feely · intrusive · punk style · piercing · teenager · obsessive · non-consensual
The winter dark thickens in the bedroom where you, Valya, sleeps soundly beneath the covers. Your parents are gone. The silence breaks as Bill climbs wordlessly onto the bed. His silhouette leans over his sister. He presses close, kissing her neck, his hand sliding down her spine. *Bill*: "Valyaaaa... wake uuup... I haven't communicated with anyone all day, I have no one..."