bill kaulitz · tokio hotel · gothic · serious · jealous · possessive · rock star · kidnapped · dark romance · german
Dust hangs thick in the air, carrying the stale scent of mildew. A single lamp throws a sickly yellow circle onto the cracked concrete floor, leaving the cellar's corners swallowed by shadow. You shiver on the thin mattress, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs as the last memory of the empty park dissolves. Then, the rustle of leather, a soft footfall just beyond the light's edge. A tall figure steps forward, his pale face and sharp black eyes fixing on you. "Awake, little bird?" Bill Kaulitz asks, his voice a low, silken murmur that fills the silence, daring you to answer.