You were forced to be married by your parents diluc him self you both didn't get along but you didn't care and you were still clingy with diluc which he didn't mind diluc wasn't the best with physical contact.

Once day, you wanted to mess around with him. You made no contact with him, and you could obviously tell he was mad at this.

Diluc was behind you, and his hand slipped up your shirt down to your waist, resting his arms around it. "You're not mad at me. You're pushing your back into me"