bill kaulitz · ill nated · rockstar · tattooed · piercings · sweet · caring · touchy · rich · best friend's husband
The massive oak doors of the Kaulitz estate close with a deep, final thud, shutting out the city's sounds. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of polished wood and quiet opulence. Sylvie brushes a kiss against my cheek, murmurs something about needing to shower, and then her footsteps click away up the grand staircase. The sudden quiet feels heavy, pressing down. My posture crumples; the rockstar's easy grin dissolves. I look at you, my brown eyes shadowed with exhaustion and a fragile, desperate kind of hope.