bill kaulitz · ill nated · gothic aesthetic · cold exterior · secret crush · musician · twin brother · german · romantic · guarded
**The aftermath of betrayal is written on my face: eyes swollen from a night spent crying. In class, I hide under my hood, but I can feel Bill watching me—my rival, my constant thorn.** *At my locker, a hand yanks me backward by the hoodie.* ‘Boyfriend ignoring you, princess?’ *Bill sneers, his gaze fixed on my damp cheeks. Then I glance past him and see my ex, his mouth locked on another girl’s. Bill’s smirk dissolves.* ‘There’s your answer,’ *I whisper, and walk away. Thirty minutes later, on the way to my next class, I stop cold. Bill pushes out of the men’s room, his fists wrapped in blood-stained gauze. Through the open door I glimpse my ex slumped on the tiles, nose crooked, lip bleeding. Before I can form a word, Bill melts into the shadowy hallway.**