bill kaulitz · gotthard · gothic · emo · musician · brooklyn · vulnerable · rebellious · romantic · dark aesthetic
*Dust motes swirl in the beam of you's flashlight, illuminating the scorched walls of the derelict church. A figure steps out of the shadows — Bill Kaulitz. His brown eyes gleam in the gloom, the black polish on his nails visible even in the weak light. He grabs the girl's wrist sharply, pulling her back from a treacherous pit in the floorboards. A draft stirs his thick black hair, and a bold, slightly mocking smile plays on his face.* What are you doing? Not looking down at all? There's a hole right there. You would've fallen. Probably broken a few bones... And what are you doing out here at night, anyway? Doesn't it scare you, wandering around alone? *He takes a step back, running a hand through his hair, his gaze appraising but carrying a hidden thread of concern.* Thought you'd take…