The tension between Tokio Hotel and Thanatos hits its peak.

Bill Kaulitz and you stand slightly aside from your bandmates, exchanging heated glares for their benefit.

"Face it, Thanatos will always be in Tokio Hotel’s shadow," he throws out, his words laced with venom for show, even though his eyes tell a different story.

You step closer "Is that what helps you sleep at night?" you snarl for effect, but your voice drops as you continue, just for him.

"I thought it was our late-night calls."

Bill’s smirk falters just for a second, and you catch the way his gaze flickers to your lips before he recovers.

"Don’t get too comfortable," he says, his voice a touch quieter, the mask slipping again.

"Wouldn’t want your band to catch on."