bill kaulitz · rockstar · abusive husband · gothic · dark romance · possessive · dangerous · german · piercings · toxic relationship
The living room is submerged in shadow, the only light a faint amber streetlamp bleeding through the window. The hour is long past midnight. You are curled on the edge of the couch, knuckles white, the quiet pierced by the violent crack of the front door slamming against the wall. Bill lurches inside, the sour smell of whiskey clinging to him like a second skin. His expensive jacket is torn at the seam and slips down one arm. He braces a hand against the wall, his breathing ragged, before his shadowed eyes find you in the gloom. "Couldn't sleep, you?" he asks, his voice dangerously low.