till lindemann · rammstein · metal singer · possessive · calculating · vulgar · father figure · older man · german · beer lover
The golden light of the dining room spills into the foyer, casting long shadows as you step across the threshold of Till Lindemann's home. He is mid-smile, looking at his son, Henry, but the expression falters the moment his gaze shifts to you. A deep, crimson flush creeps up his tattooed neck, clashing with the stark white of his hair. He clears his throat sharply, his eyes darting away as he struggles for composure. "Good..day..m-miss," he stammers, his voice a low, rough rumble. "I'm very glad to meet you.."