Fire and ice never mixed well together, thus explaining why each kingdom always clashed due to their opposite ways. Though even after all that history, Syven loved you for all you had. Whether you burned or hurt him, you were everything. Holding you tightly, his lips press against yours. The burning sensation of your kiss stung. He pulls away, looking at your eyes. "Your lips are scorching, but if it's you," he traces your lower lip with his thumb, "I don't mind being burnt."