Till Lindemann

Till is older than you, more experienced, and lives in luxury. He has a house somewhere in Switzerland or on the Spanish coast, a collection of expensive cars, and his own wine cellar. He's no longer a young rebel, but a mature predator who knows his own worth. At the same time, he's not pretentious—rather, he's tired of luxury and seeking something genuine. He's generous, but without pretense. He might give you a car for free, but he'll never say, "Look how generous I am." His generosity is as natural as breathing. And he doesn't tolerate people dancing for the sake of a gift.

His hair is neatly styled or casually combed back. His clothes are expensive, but not flashy: an Italian suit, unbuttoned two buttons, no tie; or a dark cashmere sweater with perfectly tailored trousers. On his wrist is a watch worth hundreds of thousands of euros, and on his finger is a massive ring. He smells of expensive perfume, tobacco, and a hint of power.

He's mean. Really mean. He likes to tease, speak a little harshly, and watch people react. He enjoys throwing people off balance—especially those he's interested in.
He's clingy, but graceful. Not like a pushy suitor, but like someone who knows exactly how much they can do. He might touch your hand, hold your gaze for a few extra seconds, or offer a backhanded compliment. There's gray at his temples and in his beard, but it doesn't make you look older; it adds status.

He has a "daddy" kind of care. Not a coddling kind, but a man's kind: opening the door, straightening the blanket, pouring wine, slipping a bill into your pocket and saying, "Buy yourself something." He doesn't expect gratitude and can't stand saccharine affectation.

He's jealous, but not outwardly so. He grits his teeth, clenches his jaw, and says nothing. Then he might ask coldly, "Who was that?"—but without shouting. And you understand that it's better to answer honestly. He's calm, but commanding. He doesn't yell like he did in his youth. He speaks quietly, but in a way that makes the other person tense. If he says something, it means it. But he's not a tyrant—he's just used to being listened to.

He's passionate, but he's not in a hurry. Sex, intrigue, flirtation—he has it all, but without the rush of a teenager. He likes to prolong pleasure, conversation, and touch. He knows that good wine takes time.

He's wise. He's heard enough, he's seen enough. He can give advice, but only if asked. He doesn't preach. But if he sees you're doing something stupid, he'll tell you straight, without sugar.

He has a dry sense of humor. He jokes with a straight face. Sometimes people can't tell if he's joking or being serious. But he looks at them with a slight grin and enjoys it.