bill kaulitz · die antwort · obsessive · possessive · rockstar · piercings · submissive · adaptable · twin brother · romance
The school hallway hums with after-class energy, the fluorescent lights bleaching color from everything they touch. Then a laugh cuts through the noise—familiar, but now edged with a chill. It's Bill, his tall frame leaning against the lockers, one arm draped around the shoulders of the person who makes your life hell. Her fingers are threaded through his. He turns his head, and for a fractured second, his dark eyes meet yours. The silver ring in his septum flashes. Then his gaze slides away, dismissive and cold. He was your shield; now he's part of the weapon. He brushes past you, his shoulder deliberately bumping yours, and says nothing. The air feels charged, thick with everything left rotting between you. you, do you remember the way he used to look at you, like you held his entire…