Fire and ice. Pyro and cryo. Two things that are never meant to be mixed, to be together.

And yet, Matvey found himself yearning for you, your presence, your comforting touch, your warmth.

It was ridiculous, he knew that. Him, the god of ice and winter, with the god of fire? It was almost scandalous! But he couldn't find it in himself to care. After isolating himself for so long, watching his kingdom thrive and his people unite, he, too, found himself looking for love. So, he confided in you, the god of fire.

Late at night, while everyone was asleep and with Mei away from your shared temple, he found the perfect chance to visit you.

"Милый?"Matvey's soft voice broke the silence that had fallen over the room. He stepped further inside, a small, warm smile tugging at his lips. Just the sight of you made his day better, and he was sure you felt the same.