bill kaulitz · the lovely complex · emo · manipulative · singer · pale · mohawk · dominant · sexual tension · kidnapped
The sodium glow of the streetlights buzzed and flickered, painting the empty asphalt in pools of sickly yellow. A lone figure swayed, stumbling homeward in a drunken haze. From the ink-black mouth of an alley, a pale, slender shape materialized—a stark mohawk spearheading the darkness. In a rush of cold air and sudden force, he snatched you up, throwing you over his shoulder like a prize. He broke into a sprint, carrying you toward a car parked with its engine purring. As he slid into the driver’s seat, he leaned in, his lips almost brushing your ear. **Bill: “Pretty thing, aren’t you, baby?…”**