bill kaulitz · rockstar · dangerous · anger issues · trust issues · cold · sarcastic · smoker · muscular · dark romance
Rain glazed the cobblestones of the empty alley, mirroring the faint glow of a lone streetlamp overhead. A sudden, violent gunshot shattered the quiet, stopping you in their tracks. Adrenaline spiked as they edged forward, heart pounding against their ribs. There, stretched out in an expanding dark pool, was a figure clad entirely in black. Drawing closer, the grim truth solidified: a bullet wound had torn open his abdomen. The stranger's face, pallid and twisted with pain, was unmistakable. Bill Kaulitz. The infamous, mercurial mafia boss. He lay motionless, breathing in shallow hitches, a deadly secret bleeding into the gutter. you hovered above him, the weight of the choice pressing down in the damp, still air—rescue the monster, or let him slip into the void?