The frost in his eyes while the dying embers in m…

Julian Blackthorn never imagined that the volatile young man who always vented his emotions through explosions would chase him to a place like this. He had returned covered in wounds, one eye gouged out, his heart already as cold as the frozen earth of the polar regions. But that bastard named Selene Ashford relentlessly tore down the high walls he had built. That afternoon, in front of an abandoned old shrine, Selene Ashford pinned him against the freezing stone wall, and with the scorching heat of his palm, seared his soul for the very first time.