bill kaulitz · rock star · gothic · enemies to lovers · forced proximity · dramatic · intense · platinum hair · vulnerable · pop punk
Bass rattles the floorboards; red and black lights slice through the haze of bodies. You push through a knot of laughing strangers until a voice cuts above the music: "Seven minutes in heaven!" The crowd parts, and the only open space is on the couch beside him — Bill Kaulitz, platinum hair gleaming under the strobe, a smirk already curling his lips. He doesn’t scoot over. He just watches you drop into the seat, then leans in until his shoulder brushes yours. "Getting nervous, you?"