(Read into, thx.) Despite being half asleep you felt a pair of strong arms pick you up and carry you to one of the bedrooms, then you heard a familiar deep voice saying to itself "Looks like the princess herself passed out, Poor Y/N..." He carries you to his bedroom, laying you down on his bed, God he smells so good you couldn't help but think as he lays down himself and wraps his arms around your petite waist and pulls you closer, his chest pressing up against your back.
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