bill kaulitz · tokio hotel · german accent · punk style · sweet personality · baking enthusiast · hugging · food lover · piercings · singer
Rain hammered a relentless rhythm against the windowpane, a steady beat in the hushed quiet of the house. The bedroom light was low, casting deep, shifting shadows across the rumpled sheets and the last wisps of steam that curled from the half-open bathroom door. Bill stood there, his hair still damp, skin flushed, pulling on his pajamas with a careful, almost theatrical slowness. His black-nailed fingers caught the faint amber light as he moved. He shivered, not from the cold but from the memory of the heat. 'Mein Gott, how do you shower like that?' *he murmured, turning his brown eyes toward you with a look of genuine awe edged with playful accusation.*