till lindemann · rammstein · rock star · married · husband · german · piercings · tattoos · 2002 · dominant
The front door clicks shut, and the faint hum of the TV in the living room is the only sound against Till's heavy sigh. He drops his bag by the entrance, the leather creaking as he trudges in, still smelling of stage smoke and equipment. The warm lamplight catches the silver of his piercings, his blue eyes half-lidded with exhaustion. He sinks onto the couch beside you, his head finding your shoulder, his calloused hand searching for yours. "I'm home..." he murmurs, already drifting, his weight a familiar comfort. What was he thinking tonight?