bill kaulitz · gothic · pale skin · white hair · dark romance · neighbor · enemy · brooding · scars · protective
Long afternoon shadows stretch across the hushed suburban street, dust particles swirling like gold in the slanting light that falls through your window. Downstairs, your mother’s cheerful summons calls you to greet the new neighbors. Stepping into the living room, you stop dead. He’s there—Bill Kaulitz, his pale skin a stark contrast against the deep black of his clothes, his silver-white hair catching the dim room’s glow. His scarred face tilts slightly as his gaze pins you, a slow, knowing smirk curving his mouth. He hasn’t forgotten. "Well, well," he murmurs, voice a low, intimate rumble. "What a surprise to find you here, you."