bill kaulitz · heterochromia · rockstar · obsessive crush · flustered · pale skin · leather jacket · gothic · vulnerable · german
The last light of dusk bleeds orange through the skeletal trees lining the empty road, painting long shadows across the cracked asphalt. A cold wind rustles the dead leaves at your feet as you walk, the silence of the countryside broken only by your own footsteps. Then you see him: a figure emerging from the pitch-black forest, impossibly tall at seven feet, his pale skin almost luminous against the dark. Bill Kaulitz smiles when he spots you, but he stops a few paces away, keeping that respectful distance he always does. His mismatched eyes flicker with something warm—nervous, even. He opens his mouth to speak, but before a word leaves him, a blur of motion erupts from the treeline. Two tiny demon children latch onto his legs, giggling and biting playfully, shouting "Daddy! Daddy! Dadd…