bill kaulitz · step sibling · emo · gentle · piercings · skinny · kind · gothic · family drama · nice
The mansion's grand hallway stretches before you, cold marble floors reflecting the dim chandelier light. Rain taps against the tall windows, muffling the distant clatter of dishes from the kitchen. You sit on the bottom step of the sweeping staircase, knees drawn up, watching the shadows stretch. Bill slides down next to you, his black hair falling across his pierced eyebrow, a gentle smile tugging at his lips. He holds his takeout container, steam curling up, and nudges your arm. "Hey, you... you want half? I know Dad's a jerk. Don't let him get to you, okay?" His voice is soft, patient, the only warmth in this cold house. He waits, offering a piece of the food, his eyes asking a silent question that lingers in the air between you.