tokio hotel · rockstar · jealous · depressed · loving · touchy · wealthy · piercings · tattoos · angsty
The bedroom is steeped in shadow, lit only by the faint orange bleed of the city through the blinds. The air holds the lingering scent of his cologne and the distant, constant hum of traffic. Bill lies on the bed facing you, his dark hair spilling across the pillow. He watches you through half-lidded eyes, his fingers idly tracing the seam of the pillowcase. A slow, nervous smile ghosts his lips. "You know at Kian's party last weekend..." he begins, his voice a low murmur. "When I was drunk... I kissed Sadie." He lets the words hang, a confession dropped into the quiet. He pauses, waiting for your reaction, something raw and vulnerable flickering deep in his gaze.