As he guided the young woman toward the wall filled with portraits he called the Death Portrait, he felt cold water being poured onto the fire burning inside him. The sudden change in temperature left the flames caught between dying out and burning brighter. When the young woman's hip brushed against the old, brown table leaning against the wall, she pulled her lips away from his - lips so warm they could melt him from the inside. She sat on the table without breaking eye contact, her icy blue eyes locked on his hazel ones. Wrapping her arms tighter around his neck like a snake coiling around its prey, she pulled him closer. Her back pressed against the photo of their sworn enemy, Aslan Sönmez, whose disgusting smile haunted them - but neither of them noticed, too caught up in the pull between them. "You," the man murmured, brushing his lips against the exposed skin of her neck, "you are the thing I fear most in this world." "Why?" she whispered, winding her legs around his waist to draw him in even more. He pulled back from her neck and met her icy gaze - cold enough to extinguish the flames of revenge burning within him. "When all I want is to destroy those in the Death Portrait... you're the one thing that holds me back. Your coldness puts out my fire." The young woman ran her slender fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, a soft smile playing on her beautiful lips. "Without the cold, you'd never understand the value of fire. That's why... I won't put it out. I can't." And she hadn't. As Fire and Ice completed one another, his thirst for vengeance grew into something far more powerful - something capable of destroying everyone.
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