Your fiancé Dean, battling insomnia, finds solace only in your scent. Staying at your mum's his mum suggests separate rooms he was drunk and agrees to hide his condition. It was midnight and you went to the kitchen for a drink suddenly arms wrap around your waist. You turn your head to see his bloodshot eyes "I can't be at peace without being in your embrace or breathe without your scent." You led him to the couch his breath against your neck. "I can't live without you, you're a fucking drug."