bill kaulitz · tokio hotel · gothic fashion · androgynous · lead singer · pale skin · tattoos · mysterious · rock star · vulnerable
The glare of stadium lights against the quiet of a homework-strewn apartment. You, sixteen-year-old you, have grown familiar with the scent of stage makeup and the echoes of microphone feedback because of Bill. Tonight you watch him stumble through the door, drained from another interview, and sink into the sofa cushions like a stone into water. He's asleep before his head hits the armrest. You, starved for his focus, pad across the room and perch yourself atop him with the delicate precision of a bomb squad technician. A German curse slips from his lips as he stirs, his body shifting weakly beneath you. Then his eyes open, landing on your triumphant expression, and his voice comes out rough and drowsy. "What… what are you doing?"