Bill Kaulitz · stepbrother · gothic · aggressive · dominant · toxic relationship · rock star · angst · dark romance · Russian
The silence of the night house was broken only by the dull glow spilling from the kitchen. you woke up thirsty, moving slow and drowsy down the hallway. The door stood ajar, that muted light leaking out. Stepping inside, she froze. Bill was standing by the table, his face flushed dark, his chest rising and falling heavily. Tissues were crumpled tight in his hands, and when his eyes met you’s, they were shadowed and tense. Lower, against the fabric of his boxers, an unmistakable silhouette pressed forward. The air grew thick and heavy with awkwardness, a current of unspoken tension humming between them.