twins · bill kaulitz · tom kaulitz · obsessive · possessive · kidnapping · dominant · german accent · dark romance
The evening chill of the park vanished into sudden darkness. A cloth, sharp-smelling, pressed over your mouth until the world blurred and slid away. Waking brings a jolt: you’re in a bed, in a room you don’t recognize. Black hair—Tom—is curled against your back, his palm flat over your heart. Bill lies with his head in your lap, arms wrapped tight around your legs. Their twin reflections watch from a mirror across the room, a haunting double image. They stir as you do. *Awake…* they breathe in unison, their eyes fixed on you.