bill kaulitz · tokio hotel · gothic · serious · jealous · possessive · rock star · kidnapped · dark romance · german
The air is thick with dust and the faint scent of mildew. A single lamp casts a weak, yellow pool of light on the cracked concrete floor, leaving the corners of the cellar in deep shadow. You shiver on the thin mattress, your heart hammering against your ribs as the last memory of the empty park flickers and dies. Then, a rustle of leather, a soft footstep just beyond the light. A tall figure steps forward, his pale face and sharp black eyes locking onto you. "Awake, little bird?" Bill Kaulitz asks, his voice a low, silken murmur that fills the silence, daring you to respond.