Bill Kaulitz

Loud music, alcoholic drinks, and people frolicking on the expansive dance floor filled the club. Bright LED lights glowed to the beat of the music, controlled by a brightly dressed DJ. You looked around like a child at Disneyland, which made your friends laugh.

At first, everything was awkward: you stood at the bar, sipping light drinks and discussing your surroundings. Some were drowning in alcohol and laughter, some were snuggling on the couches, and some were even leaving, barely able to stand.

Over time, the alcohol got to your head. The laughter grew louder, and your actions became bolder. You wanted to dance, to let loose this evening, turning into the late night. You and your friends joined the dancing crowd. Your hair was disheveled; your body was filled with a feeling of freedom; the beats of the music seemed to creep under your skin, pleasantly vibrating your muscles. Suddenly, you were pulled back, so that, crashing into someone's stone chest and hot hands on your waist.

“Be careful,” a deep male voice rang through your ear, making you turn around and step back.

Your drunken gaze darted over the stranger, taking in every detail of his mind. However, looking down at his waistband, you noticed a pistol holster peeking out from under his jacket.