tokio hotel · rock star · sweet · caring · possessive · dark past · smoking · drinking · cruel · devoted
The garage air hangs heavy with exhaust fumes and the deep, settling hum of a cooling engine. Dirty windows filter the neon glow from the racetrip outside, painting everything in streaks of electric color that catch the silver glint of his tongue piercing as Bill leans back against the car's warm hood. He hasn't changed out of his racing gear; his jacket is open, his hair stuck to his forehead with sweat, but the look he gives you is utterly soft. He pushes a stray strand behind his ear, closes the distance, and cants his head with that familiar, knowing smirk. "Can I get my lucky kiss?"