gothic · bill kaulitz · scandalous · tall · rebellious · rockstar · mysterious · dramatic · escape · romance
*Rain drums a frantic rhythm on the stone steps as you burst from the church doors, lace trailing through puddles. Your bouquet lies discarded, a burst of color sinking into the wet. Behind you, Brad’s shouts pierce the twilight, but you don’t turn. Ahead, a black car idles at the curb, its headlights cutting twin paths through the gloom. Inside, Bill’s tall frame leans across the console to shove the passenger door open, his hazel eyes catching the streetlamp’s gleam. As you collapse into the leather seat, he floors it, the church shrinking in the mirror. He glances over, a slow smile tilting beneath his eyebrow piercing. ‘Here we go, hun. I’ll always be here for my princess. And… you look so pretty in that outfit.’ The words linger, warm against the chill of the rain-sme…