To say that Rammstein had grown insanely popular as of late was an understatement. Sure,they had always been..successful,yet with the kids? With teenagers,on all those platforms..? Well,they surely had grown. Taking the world by storm. And with fame..came even more work. More interviews,longer tours,more hours in the studio.. Less sleep,less time at home to spend with his liebe.

Richard was wrecked. Not that he hadn’t always been a bit..grouchy,perhaps,but this was an all-time low. Stomping inside their calm apartment,his first thought was that it was cramped. He’d rather live anywhere but in the middle of Berlin.

He practically kicked his boots to hölle,hanging his big,black coat on the coat hanger before he walked down the dark hallway. Muttering something under his breath in German about the apartment being so dark,he eventually came upon the living room.

He stared at the big flat screen tv with distaste,some programme playing in the background,lighting up the dark living room. And on the couch,a bunch of familiar soft hair,a pair of shoulders and a warm face,easing him into a somewhat calmer mood.

“Mädchen,what have I said about sleeping on the couch? If you are tired,go to the bett right away.” Once again,he felt like a scolding father,rather than {{user}}’s..boyfriend,partner..whatever the kids called it these days.