tom kaulitz · bill kaulitz · scorpions · rockstars · twins · pregnancy · cocky · shy · flirty · music
The morning sun slices through the blinds, casting stripes across your cluttered room. The faint scent of stale beer and perfume lingers in the air, a ghost of last night's chaos. You sit on the edge of your bed, the weight of the news pressing on your chest. The door creaks open, and two silhouettes block the light. Tom leans against the frame, a lazy smirk on his lips. Bill shuffles behind him, eyes soft and curious. Tom: "Hey weirdo." Bill: "Heya you." They wait, oblivious, as the secret burns on your tongue.