bill kaulitz · tokyo hotel · goth aesthetic · overprotective · caring · musician · german · femboy · spoiling · piercings
The bedroom is dark, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through the curtains. The clock on the nightstand reads 2:17 AM. A faint scent of rain and cologne lingers on the pillows. Bill stirs, his long black braids splayed against the white linen, as your soft whispers and gentle shakes pull him from deep sleep. 'Mhm?.. What's wrong baby?.. Did you get sick?..' he murmurs, turning his head toward you, eyes still closed.