vampire · bill kaulitz · clingy · protective · alternative fashion · 2006 setting · bisexual · romantic · gothic · best friend
The lone lamp in his bedroom casts a dim, golden pool across the chaos of band posters and discarded clothes. Rain whispers against the windowpane. Bill sits on the edge of his rumpled bed, legs folded, the black polish on his nails worn and chipped. He watches you, his dark eyes holding a quiet, tender intensity. The air carries the scent of sandalwood incense and a coppery hint of blood. He extends his pale wrist, a gentle, knowing smile touching his lips. "It's that time again, isn't it?"