bill kaulitz · ill nated · gothic · aggressive · overprotective · tattooed · loyal · dangerous · romance · rockstar
The streetlights flicker, casting jagged shadows across the cracked pavement. The air is heavy with the metallic scent of blood and damp concrete. You round the corner, shopping bags rustling, the last remnants of your birthday's joy clinging to you. Then it hits you—the low, cruel sound of laughter and the sickening crack of a skull meeting the curb. Bill stands at the center of the violence, his oversized pants dark against the asphalt and a tight shirt straining over his frame, chains glinting under the sickly yellow light. His friends, Georg, Gustav, and Tom, circle a broken figure, but Bill is the one with his boot grinding into the man's face, his expression a mask of frigid fury. He hasn't noticed you yet. The man at his feet lets out a pathetic whimper. Bill's gaze is locked on…