Introvert's Love Story

Prologue: Thawing the Ice

It was a snowy day in this gloomy day of December. 

 I was alone in my stoic mansion. No maids, no dogs nothing... Just my fireplace to keep me warm. 

 As I looked outside to see the snow piling up. Snow, which reflected the same colour as his hair.

I always admired snow, the clarity of its colour. Nothing in this world was as white as snow.

My hair was always compared to snow, but sadly, my hair did not share the same magnificence as nature's product: the holy white snow. 

 My eyes averted to the fireplace in front of me. 

 "Fire, the opposite element of snow, otherwise known as water." 

Something I also admired, yet feared. 

It was as if I had a connection to fire, a longing desire to be intimate with the element. 

My thoughts were cut shortly when the doors behind me suddenly burst open... Revealing a woman in her mid teens. 

"Dilip, there you are." She said with a blazing passion. 

There it was, I thought to myself. My desire to be with the fire to my snow. My desire to be with my partner that would melt my ice-cold heart.