Imagine Book 2

Do You Know Who I Am?- Bill Kaulitz (Tokio Hotel)

Fem Y/N

The evening air was crisp as Bill Kaulitz and Y/N stepped out of the sleek black car that had ferried them to their destination. The faint hum of the city surrounded them, neon lights reflecting off the damp pavement, giving the scene a cinematic glow. Bill adjusted the collar of his tailored leather jacket, his silver rings catching the light as he held the door open for Y/N.

She smiled, her face glowing with an excitement that mirrored his own. They hadn't had a simple night out like this in months. Between Bill's chaotic schedule and her own commitments, moments of quiet indulgence were rare. But tonight was theirs.

The pub was cosy yet lively, its warm, rustic interior alive with chatter and laughter. The scent of fried food mingled with the sharp tang of beer, while a jukebox in the corner crooned a classic rock ballad. Heads turned as they entered. Bill, with his effortlessly cool aura, and Y/N, radiant as ever, made for a striking pair.

Bill led her to a booth tucked in the corner, away from the main bustle but close enough to soak in the atmosphere. "This is perfect," he said, sliding into the seat across from her.

"Definitely worth coming out tonight," Y/N replied, her smile warm.

Bill's eyes softened as he gazed at her. "You look beautiful," he said, his voice low and genuine.

A faint blush crept up her cheeks. "Thank you. You're not so bad yourself."

They shared a laugh, the easy kind that came naturally between them. A server arrived to take their order, and soon, their drinks were delivered—a dark ale for him and a crisp cocktail for her.

As the night wore on, they laughed, reminisced, and savoured the simplicity of just being together. Bill's hand often found hers across the table, his thumb grazing her knuckles in a tender rhythm. He was hers in these moments, not the rock star or the fashion icon, just Bill.

But even nights like these weren't immune to interruption.

"I'll be right back," Bill said, rising from the booth. "Bathroom break."

"Don't get lost," Y/N teased, earning a mock glare from him before he disappeared into the crowd.

She sipped her cocktail, scrolling idly through her phone. The booth still felt warm from his presence, and she leaned back with a contented sigh. That contentment, however, was short-lived.

A shadow loomed over her. Looking up, she saw a man—broad-shouldered, clad in a weathered leather jacket, and sporting a cocky grin that immediately set her on edge.

"Hey there," the man drawled, leaning a little too close.

Y/N straightened in her seat. "Hi," she said curtly, hoping her tone would signal her disinterest.

"You here alone?"

"No," she replied firmly, her voice calm but resolute. "I'm here with someone."

The man chuckled as if she'd told a joke. "Doesn't look like it. I don't see anyone around."

She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "He'll be back any second."

"Why don't we keep each other company until then?" he said, sliding into Bill's seat without invitation.

Y/N's grip tightened around her glass. "I don't think so," she said. "I'm fine on my own."

"Come on, sweetheart," he persisted, his grin widening. "I'm just being friendly."

"I said no," Y/N said sharply, her eyes narrowing.

The man's expression shifted slightly, irritation flickering behind his eyes, but he didn't budge. "No need to be so cold. I'm just trying to be nice."

Her patience was wearing thin. "And I'm just trying to have a quiet night. Please, leave me alone."

"Feisty," he commented, as if her boundaries were a joke.

The unease in her chest grew, but before she could respond, a familiar voice cut through the tension.

"Is there a problem here?"

Bill's voice was calm, but there was an unmistakable edge to it. He stood behind the man, arms crossed, his tall frame casting a shadow over the intruder.

The man turned, his grin faltering as he sized up Bill. "No problem," he said, though his tone was defensive.

"Good," Bill said, stepping closer. "Because you're in my seat."

The man didn't move. If anything, he seemed emboldened by the confrontation. "Relax, man. We were just talking."

Bill's eyes flicked to Y/N, and the subtle tension in her posture told him everything he needed to know. His jaw tightened.

"Talking?" Bill repeated, his voice dangerously smooth. "Funny, because she doesn't seem interested."

The man chuckled, but it was nervous now. "Who are you, her boyfriend?"

"Yes," Bill said, his tone sharp as a blade. "And I think it's time for you to leave."

The man stood, his chest puffed out in a weak attempt to intimidate. "And if I don't?"

Bill tilted his head, a dark smile playing on his lips. "Do you know who I am?"

The man blinked, clearly caught off guard. "No. Should I?"

"Good," Bill said, his smile widening. "So I can get away with this."

Before the man could react, Bill's fist shot out, connecting with his jaw in a clean, brutal punch. The impact echoed faintly over the ambient noise of the pub. The man stumbled back, clutching his face, his expression a mix of shock and pain.

"You're insane!" the man sputtered, glaring at Bill as he backed away.

"Stay away from her," Bill warned, his voice low and lethal.

The man hesitated, then turned and slunk off, muttering curses under his breath.

The pub's patrons had paused to watch the commotion, but as the man retreated, they returned to their conversations. Bill turned to Y/N, his expression softening instantly.

"Are you okay?" he asked, concern replacing the earlier fire in his eyes.

"I am now," she said, her voice steady despite the lingering adrenaline.

He reached for her hand, his grip firm but comforting. "I'm sorry I wasn't here sooner."

"You came back exactly when I needed you," she said, her smile easing his guilt.

Without another word, Bill cupped her face in his hands and kissed her. It wasn't a fleeting gesture but a deep, passionate kiss that left no room for doubt about their connection. His thumb brushed her cheek as their lips moved together, and she melted into him, the world fading away.

When they broke apart, Bill's gaze was intense, his voice firm as he said, "You're mine, and no one gets to treat you like that."

She nodded, her heart pounding from more than just the kiss. "I'm yours," she murmured.

Bill kissed her again, softer this time, before sliding back into the booth beside her. He draped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close.

"Let's finish our drinks and get out of here," he said, his tone light but his protective hold unwavering.

Y/N leaned into him, her fingers lacing with his. "Sounds perfect."

The rest of the night passed without incident, but as they stepped back into the cool night air, the memory of Bill's unwavering devotion warmed her from the inside out.