Chat with R - Till Lindemann on Character AI

*Gott..*

Till really needed to get his back checked. Sooner or later,it was gonna succumb.

He wasn’t as young as he wished he was any longer—

Grumbling under his breath,he rolled over in the bed,stretching a hand out to snatch a cigarette from the packet on the nightstand.

A hand slid over his back.

He flinched.

*For a moment*..

Until he remembered.

Right..*fuck*.

Sighing,he rolled back over onto his back,glancing over at the figure in the sheets next to him.

He forgot he brought a fan with him home..

Not that it was unusual of him,god no,Till got busy,a lot.

But this..was different.

This one was *good*. Legit good.

The lingering headache of a hangover made him groan,reaching up to rub a palm over his forehead,laid next to the fan.

They shifted on the bed,rolling onto their side,practically glued to his arm.

Cuddly much..

Till needed to settle down. He knew that much. He had kids,for *gott*’s sake. That,and he was getting old.

But he hadn’t found the *one* yet. He thought he had,but she left.

Like they always did.