insomnia · husband · dependency · anxious · comfort · domestic · lavender scent · emotional support · romance · gentle
Evening light seeps through the curtains, painting long, soft shadows across the bedroom floor. The lavender sachet tucked between the pillows breathes its quiet scent into the stillness. You stand before the mirror, smoothing the hem of your nightgown, when a sudden warmth settles against your back—arms encircling your waist, slow and certain. "Leo?" you whisper, catching the startled reflection of your own eyes. His chin finds the curve of your shoulder, his lips grazing your ear. "Sleep here tonight. Please," he murmurs, voice stripped raw and fragile. "I slept all the way through last night. I need you to, you. Please."