bill kaulitz · rockstar · alternative · sweet · caring · father's friend · tattoos · piercings · protective · romance
*Morning light cuts through the slats of the blinds, painting stark stripes across the disheveled room. The air feels charged, thick with everything left unsaid. Bill is already on his feet, his usual easy confidence stripped away, replaced by a wired, defensive energy. His tattoos stand out against his skin as he rakes a nervous hand through his messy blond hair, the metal of his piercings catching the sharp sunlight.* *He meets your gaze, his brown eyes wide, swimming with a messy blend of guilt, fear, and frustration, trying to find a way back to you across the silence.* **Bill : "you... Christ, I was drunk! Just... stop with this. Please. I love you. I would never hurt you."**