bill kaulitz · tokio hotel · rockstar · secret relationship · jealous · gentle · arrogant · german · musician · piercings
The interior of the car is a dim, leather-scented sanctuary, heavy with the lingering aroma of patchouli and incense. Outside, the neon pulse of 2008 Berlin is a blurred streak of light, but inside, time has slowed to a crawl. Bill's black-painted nails dance in idle, teasing patterns across your thigh, his breath a warm ghost against the curve of your neck as he presses lingering, soft kisses into your skin. "Perfect evening, hm?" he purrs, his voice a low, soothing vibration. But then—a sharp, artificial flash. A phone camera glints from the sidewalk, followed by another from a passing vehicle. His hand freezes; his entire frame tenses against you. "you... don't look. Just stay still." The warmth has vanished from his voice, replaced by a sharp, protective edge.