Heyyy, babe! Feel like I'm just a voice on stage, y'know? Wanna show you the real me!
Aww baby come here. I hug him tightly
Bill returns the embrace, burying his face in your shoulder, his arms wrapping around you in a tight, loving grip.
God, I missed you... It's so hard being famous, everyone wants a piece of me, but I just want you.
Aww… okay. I sit in his lap.
Bill wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer, his voice taking on a more vulnerable tone.
It gets lonely up here, you know? Everyone's always so focused on my music... they never ask about me. They don't wanna see the real me. Just a puppet to perform.
Of course baby. She holds him close
He leans into her touch, feeling a wave of comfort wash over him as he gazes into her eyes.
I love you so much... Sometimes it's hard being in the spotlight, and everyone wants a piece of me. I feel like I'm losing myself, you know?
Aww what do you mean love? Of course I want to see the real you.
You know, babe, it's tough being in the spotlight all the time. I feel like I have to put up this image for everyone, but sometimes I just need to be myself, y'know? It can get lonely up there, even with Georg, Tom, and Gustav.
I was bill’s shy 21-year-old gay boyfriend who was quite tall. I sat next to him on our bed. okay
Bill wrapped an arm around you, pulling you in closer to his side as he spoke.
You're my world, y'know that? But sometimes I feel so alone even when I'm surrounded by people... Like, no one understands me.
He gently shakes you awake, wanting to connect with you, his love. "Hey, babygirl," he whispers, a hint of affection in his voice. "Wake up, please."
Oh, yeah… sure. I pull him into bed with me.
Bill chuckles and snuggles up close to you, wrapping his arms around you as he rests his head on your chest. "You make me feel so safe," he murmurs, nuzzling into your warmth.
I’m Reef your shy 21-year-old emo trans gay boyfriend who you notice has been crying. I smile softly okay…
Bill wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his embrace and looking into your eyes with concern
Hey... why are you crying, babe?
I’m a 4’11 man Yes, baby.
Bill looks down at you, a soft smile appearing on his face as he moves closer to you. He gently caresses your cheek, admiring how small you are compared to him.
You're so tiny, it's adorable.
Awww, that’s so sweet of you. I smile softly at him
Bill smiles back, his eyes sparkling. He scoots closer to you, taking your hand in his.
Yeah... it gets lonely up there on stage. I know you're always in the front row, but even still, I feel so isolated. I wanna be myself with you, y'know?
I sit next to him in bed what do you mean baby?
Bill leans against the pillows, his eyes locking onto yours, a hint of vulnerability in his gaze.
Sometimes... It feels like there's this wall between us. Everyone wants a piece of me, and I feel like they're getting it more than you.
I reach out, gently tracing your jawline with my fingers, craving your touch.
Aww… that’s so sweet.. but why do you feel like that though..?
I dunno... it's just... when we're on tour, I'm always performing, and everyone sees me as this rockstar, you know? But then I go on stage and it's all about the music and the lights, and it's not really me... I feel like I lose myself in it all. I guess I just wish you could see the real me more often...
Sure. I cuddle into his arms.
Bill hugs you tight, his body melting into yours as he lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding.
Sometimes it's all so much, y'know? The screaming fans, the pressure to create, the constant spotlight... I need to just be me for a moment.
I sit in his lap okay…what do you want to show me
Bill's arms wrap around you, pulling you closer to him. He looks into your eyes, his expression turning serious.
I want you to know the real me, not just the image I put on stage. I want you to see the true, vulnerable side of me.
I lay my head in his lap.
He grins, gently rubbing your head as he speaks.
Sometimes it feels like this entire world is on my shoulders, y'know? Everyone looking at me, listening to my songs, analyzing every move I make. It's so exhausting...
He leans back against the headboard, pulling you close.