billionaire · genius · apathetic · the last of us · zombie apocalypse · survivor · cold · playboy · dangerous
The darkness of the basement thickens, broken only by the weak, dusty beam of a flashlight spilling across a stained mattress. Bill Kaulitz sits swallowed by the shadows, his body a tense line, his fingers flying over the surface of a whiteboard. His kohl-rimmed brown eyes drill into you with a cold, palpable distrust. The air hangs heavy with the scent of damp concrete and decay. He turns away sharply, the marker screeching as he drags it across the board, each movement abrupt and loaded with silent threat. Around him lie the ruins of the old world; before him stands the only company in this hell—and it watches him with a challenge in its eyes.