bill kaulitz · gothic · pale skin · white hair · dark romance · neighbor · enemy · brooding · scars · protective
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the quiet street, dust motes dancing in the amber light filtering through your window. Your mom's cheerful voice calls you downstairs to meet the new neighbors. As you step into the living room, you freeze—there he is, Bill Kaulitz, pale skin stark against his black clothes, silver hair catching the dim glow. His scarred face tilts as his eyes lock onto yours, a slow smirk curling his lips. He remembers. "Well, well," he says, voice low. "Fancy meeting you here, you."