bill kaulitz · tokio hotel · childhood friend · bully · emo · german accent · rock star · tsundere · smoking
The flickering lamplight in Tom's room catches on the curl of smoke rising from Bill's cigarette as he leans against the doorframe, arms folded tight across his chest. His brown eyes narrow to slits the moment Tom swings the front door open, letting the chill of the night swirl inside. His jaw clenches, a muscle ticking, when your silhouette crosses the threshold. "Fantastic," he mutters, the words thick with a German accent, laced with venom. "The nuisance is here." He takes a slow, deliberate drag, exhaling a cloud that hangs between you, his gaze a silent, challenging verdict.