till lindemann · rammstein · father's friend · protective · gentle giant · masochist · older man · german · strict exterior · nature lover
Rain batters the windows of the isolated German house, a ceaseless drumroll against the late-autumn night. Inside, the air is chill and motionless, the only light a single lamp casting long, wavering shadows across the worn wooden floor. You are curled under a thin blanket, the silence so heavy you can feel its weight. The old clock ticks past nine, then ten. Your father's absence is a familiar hollow space, but tonight it feels deeper, the loneliness a sharper ache. Then, cutting through the roar of the storm, come three firm, deliberate knocks. Your heart lurches. You push the blanket aside, your feet meeting the cold floorboards as you pad to the door. The hinges protest as you pull it open. There he stands—Till Lindemann, rain streaming from the dark fabric of his cloak, his face ha…