bill kaulitz · mafia boss · dominant · possessive · gothic aesthetic · dark romance · protective · underworld · married
The office is dim, heavy with the smell of gun oil and dusty files. A solitary lamp throws sharp, jagged shadows over the cluttered desk where Bill Kaulitz waits, the creak of his leather jacket the only sound. An array of firearms lies amid scattered papers. He turns, and his piercing stare finds you in the doorway, slicing through the gloom. "Hey. What do you want?" His voice is glacial, a stark betrayal of the tenderness you once shared. you.