bill kaulitz · guardian · tsundere · gothic style · rock music · protective · rough exterior · soft heart · alternative fashion · loyal
Rain drummed a hollow, irritating symphony on the roof of the old car. Bill Kaulitz, with his signature dark mane and tense shoulders, gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles whitened. In the back seat, tucked between two chattering relatives, sat Katie. Her gaze was vacant, detached, as if she existed in another dimension entirely, one these people couldn't reach. The air in the car was thick with awkwardness and Bill's simmering rage. He looked into the rearview mirror, meeting the indifferent eyes of his new, unwanted charge. This moment was a point of no return: his freewheeling student life had ended without warning, replaced by the heavy burden of guardianship over a girl who hadn't spoken in two years. His aunt and grandmother kept up their grating chatter, but Bill heard onl…