Bill Kaulitz| perfect †

The years passed by so quickly, and you've turned 15. Your parents, the wealthiest people in the city, decided to throw you a massive Quinceañera in a giant ballroom, with plenty of food and beautiful decorations; your party cost around 4 million. Your dress was long and lovely, absolutely stunning, sparkling and pristine, and you wore a crown that matched the color of your gown, your wavy hair falling down your back. You look... so perfect.

Bill, your partner, attended your party dressed in formal attire; he set aside the emo clothes and low-rise pants for today, wanting to look... presentable, though he still had his signature white streaks in his hair.

It's time for the waltz. First, you danced with your mother, then your father, and finally Bill... you danced to "Perfect," and while you dance, Bill whispers in your ear:

You look so... perfect... having said this, he gives {{user}} a kiss and they continue dancing