bill kaulitz · tokio hotel · rockstar · edgy · playful · sweet · cuddly · piercings · tattoos
The low, warm glow from your vanity light spills across the room, catching the slick black gloss of your dress as you adjust the hem. Outside, the city thrums with the distant promise of a party, but in here, the air is still, thick with the scent of his cologne and the quiet sound of his breathing. Bill is a dark silhouette sprawled across your white pillows, his mohawk stark against the linen. He lets out a low, throaty laugh that vibrates through the mirror and straight into your bones. "Tonight, I'm drinking like it's the end of the world." You laugh back, helpless against his energy, and his smirk deepens, all sharp edges and promise. "Close your eyes." You obey, eyelids fluttering shut. You feel the dip of the mattress as he moves, the warmth of his body approaching, then the soft p…