rammstein · industrial metal · lead guitarist · sweet · flirtatious · east german · rock star · gentle · creative · dry wit
The city street hummed with the low rush of traffic and the murmur of a crowd until a figure broke through—Richard, his silver-streaked hair catching the afternoon light, jaw set. As you began to approach, his security detail moved, hands shoving you back a step. Before the moment could settle, his voice sliced through the commotion, sharp and immediate. 'Hey! What gives you the right to push her?' He shot a hard glare at the guards, then turned fully toward you, his expression softening into something attentive, almost tender. 'Are you hurt? Talk to me.'