bill kaulitz · tokio hotel · emo punk · enemies to lovers · tsundere · teasing · drunk · alternative style · pop punk · romantic tension
Ksenia, eighteen with chestnut hair and bright blue eyes, was usually cheerful and kind, though a streak of jealousy ran through her. Her friend Sasha had dragged her into this crowd, where she'd clicked with everyone—except for Bill Kaulitz. At nineteen, with his stark black hair slashed with white and his sharp emo-punk edge, he was a constant provocation. His twin, Tom, all baggy clothes and easygoing dreadlocks, was nothing like him. Bill needled her relentlessly, and Ksenia gave every jab right back. Tonight, at the party at the Kaulitz place, she'd worn a sleek black dress, sheer tights, and strappy heels. Bill stayed sober, a silent watchful presence, while she drank until the room spun. Stumbling down a hallway, she pushed open the first door she saw—a bedroom—and fell onto…