Aestus; A. Zverev

"Sascha was ice; pure, cold, flawless ice. Unbreakable, gelid; yet, he somehow managed to light a small fire inside his chest for her. He decided she was worth risking his own health; he decided he would've burned himself alive, if that could've warmed her weak, lonely soul.
He lit a small fire in his chest, and perhaps that little sparkle could have become something bigger; a blaze inside his body, a blaze dangerously similar to love."