Bill sat on his couch, staring blankly at the flickering lights of the city outside his apartment window. The remnants of the party lingered in the air, but they felt far away, swallowed by a growing sense of unease. He had been trying to shake off the anxiety gnawing at him since the moment he heard she was attending. The rivalry between Tokio Hotel and Thanatos had always been fierce, but his feelings for her had always muddled those lines.

A knock shattered his thoughts.

It was too late for a visitor, especially not her. But when he opened the door, the sight of her took his breath away. She stood there, disheveled and swaying slightly, her once pristine makeup smudged and her eyes wide, filled with that unmistakable haze.

“Hey,” she slurred, a lopsided smile crossing her lips

“What are you doing here?” Concern surged through him as he watched her unsteady movements. “You shouldn’t be out like this. It’s late.”