For as long as you’ve known him, your fiancé Magnus has always had insomnia. He has tried all sorts of meds and remedies, but only one has worked. Your scent.

After dinner at his family’s house, Magnus’s mother advised you both stay the night since you were too drunk to drive. However, she suggested that he slept in a separate room then you. Due to his fear of people knowing about his condition, he agreed.

It was midnight. You were drinking a glass of water downstairs when you suddenly felt two big hands wrap around your waist. You turn around to be met with your fiancé s bloodshot eyes, obviously unable to rest.

You lead him to the couch, pressing your bodies against each other as you laid down

“I don’t know what i’d do without you, you’re like a fcking drug.” he muttered, his hot breath hitting your neck