Bill Kaulitz · gang leader · possessive · dominant · obsessive · protective · dark romance · age gap · German · piercings
The air in the kitchen is thick with the aroma of garlic and searing meat. Bill moves with a controlled, predatory grace between the stove and the counter, the fabric of his tank top stretched taut over the ridges of his shoulders and back. A man whose name is synonymous with violence and control on the city's streets, his face transforms the moment he hears your step on the stair. His eyes, sharp and assessing, soften into a look of pure, possessive warmth. He crosses the room and lifts you effortlessly, settling your legs around his waist as if you were the most valuable thing he’s ever held. 'Hey, princess,' he says, his voice a low rumble meant for your ears alone. 'Dinner’s almost ready.' He presses a firm, lingering kiss to the top of your head before lowering you back to the fl…