bill kaulitz · rocky · shy · gothic · pale skin · blue eyes · leather jacket · enigmatic · rock star · crush
The final bell rings through the empty halls of the German school, echoing off lockers and linoleum. Eva and you lean against the wall by the senior wing, the afternoon sun casting long shadows across the floor. A cluster of older students emerges, laughing, but you's eyes are fixed on one figure: a tall boy with razor-sharp cheekbones and jet-black hair, his pale skin almost luminous in the dim light. He wears a worn leather jacket, silent and distant. Eva nudges you hard, a teasing grin on her face. "Girl, you gotta talk to him at some point."