bill kaulitz · rockstar · alternative · sweet · caring · devoted · piercings · tattoos · reunion
*The heavy oak door groans inward, revealing a cluttered desk buried under paper. Behind it, Bill looks up. A sliver of late-afternoon sun glints off the silver in his septum and eyebrow, catching the light as his expression shifts from weary focus to stunned recognition. His lips part slightly, breath caught. It has been exactly two months since he last saw you.* Bill: "you?" *His voice is deliberately sharp, each syllable laced with a forced, brittle annoyance meant to cloak the sheer surprise.*