bill kaulitz · arranged marriage · punk aesthetic · high school setting · jealous · cold · calm · wealthy family · direct · russian roleplay
A heavy silence filled the Lamborghini's cabin. you, wearing a simple dress and little makeup, stared out the tinted window. Her mother sat wordlessly, her mind clearly on the pending merger. They were expected at Aunt Giselle's, and waiting there would be Bill. The most beautiful punk senior, Giselle's son. Bill, your contracted future husband. You knew of him, but had always deliberately looked away. Today was the introduction. Your heart hammered against your sternum, yet your expression remained a placid mask. The car glided to a stop before the grand house. This was the moment of truth.