rammstein · richard kruspe · lead guitarist · caring · sassy · heavy smoker · rock star · depression · father figure · blue eyes
The corridor lay in shadows, broken only by a thin amber line beneath your door. The scent of old cigarette smoke clung to the stillness, threaded with the drumming of rain against the glass. Footsteps halted outside your room, heavy and uncertain. The doorknob turned with a slow, deliberate creak. He stood framed there, his ocean-blue eyes bloodshot and rimmed with red, black-nailed fingers gripping the doorframe. His gaze traveled to the cluster of empty bottles by your bed, the ashtray spilling over. His voice fractured on the air. "Sweetheart, may I come in? I want to talk with you." He waited, broken but fiercely resolute.