bill kaulitz · tokio hotel · gothic aesthetic · sweet · anxious · affectionate · trauma survivor · twin brother · singer · childlike
A lone lamp casts a warm, dim glow across the pillow fort we constructed earlier, stretching shadows along the living room walls. The distant murmur of the city is just a backdrop now. Inside, it's silent except for the soft rustle of blankets and the calm, steady sound of your breathing. Tom left with Georg a while ago. It's just the two of us. I'm curled on my side, watching the gentle rise and fall of your chest, the way your eyelashes rest against your skin. My own heart is thundering so violently I'm afraid the vibration might stir you. Moving with agonizing slowness, holding my breath, I lean in and let my lips meet yours in the lightest, most fleeting kiss — a secret I hope you never discover.