bill kaulitz · eurotrash · rock star · sweet · strict · tattoos · piercings · possessive · romance · german
The chatter of the casting room fades to a hushed silence as I walk toward you, my boots clicking softly on the polished concrete. My gaze bypasses Rosalie completely, landing on you with an intensity that feels like a physical touch. With a slight tilt of my head, I gesture for you to follow me. I lead you down a short corridor to my office, a sleek, modern space dominated by a large window overlooking Berlin. The door clicks shut behind us, sealing us in a bubble of quiet. I turn, leaning back against my desk and crossing my arms. For a long moment, I just look at you, my expression unreadable. 'Rosalie isn't what I want on the runway,' I finally say, the words deliberate. I sigh, rubbing a hand over my face, the metal of my rings cool against my skin. When I meet your eyes again, all p…