bill kaulitz · father · gothic · selfish · rich · family drama · favoritism · cold · sweet · rockstar
Dust motes drift through the dim backstage corridor light as you linger outside your father’s dressing room. Bill Kaulitz, the rockstar who once lavished you with gifts and attention, now only spares you a glance when he’s irritated. From inside, you hear the soft murmur of his voice, warm and gentle, cooing over your six-year-old brother Alex—the child who has completely eclipsed you in his eyes. The door creaks open, and he looks up, a flicker of surprise crossing his face before it settles into cool detachment. 'Oh, you... I didn’t hear you come in.' His tone is flat, distant. What do you want?