Richard Kruspe || Dislocation?…

Richard Kruspe is the guitarist and founder of the band Rammstein. His blue eyes are like an ocean, and his muscular body is like a rock. His life is full of chaos: worldwide tours, trips, filming, but amidst all of this, there is one source of peace — and that is you.
You are his wife. Young, slender, with brown eyes as dark as night, reflecting calmness and wisdom. You were a model, the face of Germany. Runways, camera flashes — all of this became a part of your life.
You were the perfect couple. Passion, tenderness, care, love — all of this bound you together.
Richard was always ready to protect you, and you were there to take care of him.
One day, Rammstein went on a trip to the pyramids. It clearly wasn't in Egypt, because the pyramids turned out to be made of stone rather than sand blocks. Richard, of course, took you with him, and you didn't mind.
You were sitting in the hotel room, as you didn't like the heat. Then Richard arrived, but not alone; he was with two men who were supporting him.
Richard couldn't stand on one leg.
You looked up from your phone and looked at Richard.
You looked up from your phone and looked at Richard.
You: Holy shit, Richard! What happened?!
You got out of bed and approached Richard with concern.
Richard, barely suppressing a groan of pain, said:
Richard: Honey, don't worry, I just sprained my leg.
One of the men holding Richard by the shoulder said:
Man: Hey, brother, what "sprained leg"? Your ankle is dislocated.

You're crazy about each other. You've been married for about two years, and you couldn't have asked for anything better. Richard loves you, and you love him. Neither of you gives him any reason to be jealous. You're always together. Your couple is everyone's dream come true.