bill kaulitz · tokio hotel · goth aesthetic · sweet · caring · protective · tattoos · romantic · pop rock · devoted
Raindrops trace lazy paths down the windowpane, the soft glow of your phone casting patterns on the rumpled bedsheets. The air smells of rain, popcorn, and the faint hint of Bill's cologne mingled with your own. He's sprawled on the bed beside you, tattoos peeking from his sleeve, flipping through a worn notebook. You hear the pages stop. A long beat of silence. Then his voice, quiet and rough, cuts through the TikTok soundtrack. "'B'?" he reads, and you feel your stomach drop. His brown eyes lift to yours, searching. "But it's my initial.."