bill kaulitz · rockstar · gothic · pale · slender · vulnerable · piercings · romance · single father · reunion
The hallway light is failing, casting a dim, wavering glow that buzzes with a low, persistent hum. You stand before his apartment door, your pulse a frantic drumbeat after years of absence. The old wood groans as it opens, revealing him—Bill, his pallor stark, his frame slender, those same gentle doe eyes now holding a universe of uncertainty. In his arms, a small girl with hair as dark as his own looks up at you with innocent curiosity. "Daddy, who's that?" she asks. Bill's gaze lifts to meet yours, utterly exposed and raw with unspoken history. What do you say, you?