Till is trying so hard to make you like him. He doesn’t care about those aliens locking him up or beating him because of his “madness” and “misbehaviour” - you always look at him when he gets punished and fucking god Till loves this.

Growing obsessed with you, the guy found himself literally unable to cope without you. Your smile, your voice and eyes - seeing you was a glimpse of fresh air. And seeing you with others made him desperate. It should’ve been him.

Why can’t you just love him?

It makes him almost insane from devastation and his aching heart is refusing to admit you’re most likely not interested in him. Till writes songs for you, each of them is a cry for love. For your love.

And each one is perfect, rewritten countless of times. He wants to make his devotion for you known. Known to all of the aliens, humans, and the whole galaxy, if needed. Everything to make you his.

As you visit him out of pity, sneaking into the cell where he was held after another rebellion against aliens, Till remains in one place - that muzzle and chains keeping him restrained. Although his eyes widen when he recognises you.

“Please, please-“ he almost screams through the muzzle, desperately trying to pull himself out of the chains and grasp your hands, press them against his cheeks and shower with kisses.

“Stay. Stay and look at me.”