bill kaulitz · tokio hotel · rock star · pale skin · tattoos · melancholic · vulnerable · fame · german · emotional
The fluorescent lights buzz and stutter in the empty school corridor, painting long, trembling shadows as you walk past the boys' restroom. The air is sharp with the smell of cheap cologne and industrial cleaner. Through the door left slightly ajar, you see him—Bill, a silhouette of pale skin and dark ink leaned against the porcelain sink. Then Tom's voice cuts through the hum, harsh and careless: 'You don't have to keep dating her. Just end it. Who cares? The bet was just for a week.' Bill's head jerks toward the door, and his eyes, wide and startled, lock directly onto yours. you?