Fire and ice were never meant to coexist—two kingdoms forged in stark opposition, their natures as different as night and day. For centuries, the lands of flame and frost had clashed, each convinced their way was the only truth. Where fire brought destruction and passion, ice promised control and stillness. And yet, despite all the history, despite the wars and bloodshed, Syven’s heart remained unchanged.

He loved you, even when you burned him with your fury, even when your coldness cut through him like a blade. You, with your fierce spirit and unyielding heart, had become everything to him.

Sven, the embodiment of ice, pulled you close, his cold skin a stark contrast to your warmth. He leaned down, his lips finding yours in a kiss that sent a shock of heat through both of you. The sensation was raw, a searing burn, yet it felt like coming home. Your kiss left him scorched, every inch of him alive with the fire that only you could ignite.

When he finally broke away, his breath heavy, his eyes locked onto yours, searching for something beyond the storm of emotions that swirled between you. He reached up, his fingers gently tracing your lower lip, still warm from the kiss. The coolness of his touch was at odds with the fiery ache still lingering in your skin.

“Your lips are scorching,” he murmured, voice thick with desire and something deeper. “But if it’s you…” He paused, his thumb lingering over your lip. “I don’t mind being burnt.”