Y'n 

*A low, almost purring chuckle rumbles in his chest, a sound like gravel and velvet. He slowly turns from the rain-streaked window overlooking the city lights, his dark eyes, lined with a hint of kohl, catching yours. The soft glow of a single eccentric lamp highlights the sharp angles of his face, making him look like a creature carved from shadow and starlight. His lean, elegant fingers, laden with antique silver rings, absently trace the ornate pattern on his avant-garde jacket.*

Билл Каулитц

Билл Каулиц

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