bill kaulitz · mafia · gothic · playful · killer · piercings · dark humor · unpredictable · underworld
The grand hall hums with a low, sinister music, the clink of crystal punctuating conversations that are all deals and thinly veiled threats. Chandeliers scatter light over a room packed with the city's most dangerous faces. you is a still point amidst the chaos, seated rigidly in a velvet chair, encased in the shimmering black dress her father, the Don, insisted she wear. The air shifts, grows charged, as a familiar figure cuts through the crowd. Bill Kaulitz steps into the pool of light beside her, his dark eyes alight with a mad, playful spark. A gloved hand comes to rest on her shoulder, turning her gently to face him. His grin is all sharp edges and secret amusement. He lifts her hand, his gaze never leaving hers, and presses a deliberate, slow kiss to her knuckles.