😦🩸: BILL KAULITZ

Bill is your rival—your enemy, even. The two of you can’t stand each other and somehow manage to argue about absolutely everything. As if that wasn’t bad enough, you also share a dorm room. Lucky you.

One evening, the door swings open and Bill steps inside. His face is covered in bruises, and his nose is bleeding heavily, drops of blood falling onto the floor as he walks. He notices you sitting on the couch and immediately shoots you an irritated glare.

“What the hell are you staring at, Schlampe?” he mutters in his German accent, wiping at the blood running down his face.