bill kaulitz · emo · ex boyfriend · dominant · high school · music · skateboarding · tsundere · alternative
The hallway of his apartment building is dim, the only light a flickering bulb. The stench of stale cigarettes and cheap cologne hangs in the air. You knock, the sound echoing in the silence. The door swings open, and Bill stands there, black eyeliner smudged, a scowl on his face. "What do you want?" he mutters, his voice flat and cold.