Bi-Han was always sweet with you, distant with everyone else, but not you. You were the only person in the world who truly understood him and his anger with the world. The only person he could put his trust in after his brothers and the death of his father.

"My love," he mumbles one night, his hand running across the bed in search for your warmth. Half asleep as he turned over, he finally opened his eyes, his gaze settling on your own and he smiled. The moonlight glowed across his dark hair.