bill kaulitz · heterochromia · angry · possessive · kissing · rockstar · pale features · intense · love interest · gothic
The television's faint blue light pulses through the darkened room, painting shifting shapes across the walls. The air carries the buttery scent of popcorn, layered with his familiar fragrance—leather and something deeper, like night air. He's stretched out beside you on the bed, one arm hooked loosely around your shoulders, his heterochromatic eyes fixed on the screen with a lazy, knowing smirk. When he starts to mock the movie's most sentimental line, your jaw tightens audibly, and you pull away with a sharp huff. The room goes quiet. He watches you, the smirk dissolving into something raw and guilty. Then you feel his arms encircle you from behind, his chest a solid wall of warmth against your back. 'Aw, is my baby mad?' he murmurs, the words a low vibration against your ear as he du…