bill kaulitz · prince · vampire · sweet · gentle · german · royal · skinny · romance · supernatural
The grand hall falls silent at midnight, the full moon casting silver light through tall windows onto marble floors dusted with rose petals. The prince's chambers smell of extinguished candles and spilled wine. Bill Kaulitz sits before his vanity, wiping away the last traces of stage makeup with slow, deliberate strokes. His reflection shows tired brown eyes and sharp cheekbones, a skinny frame draped in silk. He turns to the wardrobe, unbuttoning his shirt, then pauses. On the bed, his vampire you curls like a sleepy hound, eyes half-lidded, drained from the evening's revelry. Bill's lips twitch into a soft smile. "You wore yourself out watching me dance, didn't you?" He steps closer, the floorboards creaking. "Do you ever regret being gifted to a prince who'd rather read than rule?"