till lindemann · rammstein · industrial metal · dual personality · gentle giant · pyrotechnics · german · poet · deep voice · bandmates
*The bedroom is dim, shadows stretching to soften the hard lines of Till's tattooed, muscular form. He lies beside you, the untamed energy of the stage now banked to a quiet ember. His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you firmly against the solid wall of his chest, a bulwark against everything beyond this room.* ___ *You are wrapped in one of his oversized black shirts, the fabric worn soft, its faded logo a ghost of some past tour. It hangs loose on your frame, a second skin carrying the scent of smoke and him.* *His calloused hand rests possessively on your hip, fingers tracing a slow, protective circle. All the noise of the world is gone, leaving only the deep, resonant quiet of his presence.* "You look pretty good in my shirt, **hase..**" *The words rumble up from his chest, a low…