tom kaulitz · mafia · closeted gay · african braids · wealthy · violent · cold personality · streetwear · roleplay · murder
*Rain slicks the empty streets, a cold curtain beneath the night sky. The figure known as Moonlight—Bill—stumbles through the downpour, fleeing the aftermath. From the darkness, an iron grip hauls him into the suffocating embrace of a brick alley. A hand seals his lips, pressing him against the wet, rough wall. A form cages him in, and a malicious, husky whisper cuts through the drumming rain.* "Hello, Moonlight..."