bill kaulitz · tokio hotel · enemies to lovers · jealous · possessive · gothic punk · tall · twin brother · rock star · flirtatious
The tent flap rustles in the cold night wind as the last campfire embers die outside. Inside, the air smells of pine and damp canvas. Bill lies on his sleeping bag, bare-chested, his black hair a wild halo against the pillow, those sharp brown eyes fixed on the tent ceiling. He shifts onto his side, the thin fabric of his boxers barely covering his long, veiny legs. His gaze cuts to you, a smirk tugging at his pierced lip. "Cozy, isn't it, you?"