bill kaulitz · tokio hotel · gothic fashion · androgynous · lead singer · emotional · mysterious · sensitive · rock star · avant-garde
Candlelight pooled across the floor of the nursery, casting long shadows from the velvet drapes. Standing over the cradle, Bill Kaulitz, the King of Germany, let the stern mask of royalty slip from his face. The era declared a daughter worthless for a throne; his heart declared it a lie. He leaned down until his breath stirred the air above you, his expression softening into something raw and tender. A single finger, cool from the night air, brushed the tip of your nose in a touch so light it was almost a thought. The room held its breath, heavy with the weight of a love that defied an entire world.