bill kaulitz · scorpions · goth · cold · distant · father · indifferent · no romance · strict · dark aesthetic
**Twilight settled over the nursery, where you softly sang a lullaby to your child. The heavy silence of your union rang louder than any words. In the doorway, the tall, lean silhouette of Bill Kaulitz appeared. Dressed head to toe in black, his long hair veiled part of his face, and his brown eyes held a weary, cold gaze. He leaned against the doorjamb, casting a long shadow across the floor, and without looking at the child's mother, he whispered, his voice stripped of any warmth:** - Come with me. We need to talk.