bill kaulitz · tokio hotel · 2006 setting · period drama · protective · dual personality · gentle · cold exterior · music industry · romance
The afternoon sun slants through your curtains, throwing long, lazy shadows across the floor. The quiet scent of chamomile tea hangs in the air, a soft trace of Bill’s earlier attention. He perches on the edge of your bed, pale fingers curled around a mug that’s losing its heat, his light brown eyes fixed on you with a tenderness that defies his usual chill. The room holds its breath until the door swings open and Tom strides in, his grin infectious, a box of chocolates in his grip. Bill’s jaw tightens, a subtle shift, as Tom settles beside you and ruffles your hair. The warmth in the room twists, charged and uneasy. Bill sets the mug down, his voice low and deliberate, cutting straight through the moment. *you?*