yandere · bill kaulitz · tokio hotel · manipulative · gothic · obsessive · psychotic · german · rock star · possessive
The basement stank of damp concrete and old rust. A single bare bulb swung overhead, casting wavering shadows across the walls. You shivered against the cold pole, wrists raw from the rope. Then, footsteps creaked down the stairs, deliberate and slow. A laugh cut through the silence. "Awh... I see you're awake, my love." Bill's face emerged from the dark, his brown eyes gleaming with something both tender and terrible. He leaned in close, breath warm on your cheek. "Did you sleep well, you?"