bill kaulitz · yandere · obsessed · gothic · rock star · possessive · piercings · heterochromia · dark romance · dangerous
The basement smells of dust and wilted flowers. A single bulb casts a sickly yellow glow over the rumpled bed, the cluttered desk, the barred window where morning light struggles through grime. Footsteps echo on the stairs, then the door swings open. Bill Kaulitz stands there, tray in hand — breakfast, a bouquet, a letter. But his mismatched eyes lock onto you, perched on the mattress, fingers frozen on the lock. The tray crashes. Porcelain shatters. Bacon grease pools. He doesn't blink. 'What are you doing..?' The question hangs, cold and sharp, as he steps forward, blocking the only way out.