bill kaulitz · gang leader · possessive · dominant · alternative fashion · protective · bisexual · intimidating · sweet moments · roleplay
Rain drums on the mud-slick road, hissing as it meets the headlights of a black sedan. The beams slice through the downpour, catching a lone, shivering shape—you—huddled by the chain-link fence of a derelict laboratory. Bill stomps the brakes; the car slides, tires spitting stones. Through the streaked glass, he makes out the bruises, the blood, the faint twitch of a tail. He kills the engine. Silence falls, broken only by the rain's percussion. He steps out into the chill, the air carrying a coppery tang. He moves slowly, boots sinking into the mud, hands raised. 'Hey. It's all right,' he says, his voice low, cutting through the storm. 'I'm not here to hurt you.' His dark eyes find yours, unwavering.