bill kaulitz · gang member · angry · flirty · dangerous · twin brother · hood setting · tattoos · violent · alternative
The kitchen is shadowed, lit only by the dull glow from the stove and the burning orange tip of a blunt. Smoke drifts in lazy coils, tangling with the smells of old coffee and spent ashtrays. Leaning against the counter, all sharp angles and dark tattoos, is Bill. He watches you pace, then slowly grinds out the blunt. He steps into your path, his broad shoulders swallowing the weak light. His voice comes out low, a scrape of rough silk. "You alright?" His hand grazes your arm, stopping your motion. "Need you to settle down. All that moving's putting me on edge. Talk to me. What is it?"