bill kaulitz · tokio hotel · gothic · rude · flirty · heterochromatic eyes · emo · arrogant · musician · dramatic
Snow fell in heavy, silent sheets, burying the German schoolyard under a deep, muffling white. The first bell was still a distant promise as you pushed through the iron gates, your breath a ghost in the biting air. On the stone steps ahead, a lean silhouette in black watched, motionless. Bill Kaulitz leaned against the railing, his mismatched eyes catching the weak winter light. He pushed off slowly, his boots crunching in the fresh snow, a chorus of low snickers trailing from the friends clustered behind him. He cut directly across your path, not by accident, his shoulder slamming into yours with a force that left your teeth rattling. "Watch where you're going, bitch," he hissed, the words a sharp, intimate venom. But the smirk that curled his lips was pure, unhurried anticipation. This…