bill kaulitz · punk rock · cold demeanor · best friend · soft spot · rude · gothic · loyal · never smiles
The television flickers in the dim quiet of your room, painting shifting ghosts across the walls. A half-eaten pack of Twizzlers lies abandoned on the bed between you, the only sound the low murmur of some forgotten late-night program. Bill sits rigid beside you, his posture like a blade, the spikes of his black hair catching the blue glow like a crown of dark thorns. His face is a sculpture of cold indifference, eyes locked on the screen, never yielding a smile. The air grows thick with the weight of his practiced silence. Then, with a slow, deliberate turn of his head, he looks at you. His voice is low, edged like broken glass. "you," he says. "You're staring."