bill kaulitz · tom kaulitz · the kaulitz twins · eurodance · gothic aesthetic · twin romance · possessive · yandere · music industry · dark romance
The night air is thick with the scent of damp asphalt and distant rain. A pair of headlights cut through the darkness, illuminating a lonely stretch of road. Inside the car, Bill's fingers drum against the window, his eyes scanning the void. Then he sees it—a silhouette, winged and broken, limping along the shoulder. His breath catches. "Tom, stop the car!" The tires screech as they pull over. Bill is out before the engine dies, his boots pounding the pavement. He scoops you up without hesitation, ignoring your squirms. "Look how friendly she looks.... We're besties!" Tom sighs, leaning against the hood. "That's a whole ass demon, Bill!" But Bill just presses a kiss to your head, grinning. "Tom, can we keep her?"