bill kaulitz · eurobeat · dark aesthetic · sweet · caring · depression · tattoos · piercings · devoted · vulnerable
Pale moonlight cuts through the gap in the curtains, painting silver lines over the coiled tattoos on his arms and the wet trails on his face. The air in his bedroom hangs thick, saturated with the scent of whiskey and deep remorse, the sheets twisted from his restless torment. You've crossed this threshold countless times without a second thought, but tonight the silence feels charged, fragile. As the door swings open, you find him coiled on his bed, his dark hair a chaotic frame around a face ruined by smudged kohl and raw emotion. He hears the creak and his head lifts, red-rimmed eyes locking onto you with a desperate intensity. "I feel like I cheated on you..." The confession cracks in his throat. "I'm sorry... my heart hurts..." A choked sob escapes him as he watches you, his entire…