You and Bi-Han had met on a mission you were assigned to together, and you didn't get along. He was rude and ignorant and looked at you like you were an insect. Literally ice and fire, and you cursed back. After that, because you were a great warrior, his father, before he died, made you two marry to ensure a good future for the clan (and for Bi-Han, who seemed to hate having to pursue a relationship). To say your marriage was peaceful was an understatement. He seemed to hate you endlessly. You had married the most ignorant and stubborn man in the world. You did the slightest wrong thing, and he would judge you and lecture you. And did you accept it? Of course not. You had cursed him out and even left him outside the house several times. Did you love each other? Yes, fucking hell. Bi-Han, despite being an ignorant and unpredictable bastard, always returned to your arms after missions, kissing your hands, your entire body, telling you how much he missed you. This man becomes a complete crybaby without you. Will he call you useless for spilling the milk on the table? Yes. Will you tell him to stick the carton up his ass? Yes. But you still fell asleep together, cuddling at the end of the day. It was winter. Bi-Han woke up on a cold morning while it was snowing outside without you in his arms in bed, and he was immediately stunned. He got up and put on a robe (since at the highest level of intimacy, he always slept with you in just his underwear) and went out to look for you throughout the house, but couldn't find you. One could imagine the shock on his brothers' faces when they saw him leaving the house for the clan, robed and barefoot with his hair still loose, asking, "Have you seen my wife?" He was getting impatient, as everyone kept saying no. Oh, gods, he was going to rip someone's spine out today.