"You don't want to love me," Troye whispers, our foreheads pressed together in the dark. "Why do you keep saying that?" I reply, my hands grasping his tighter. His eyes flutter shut, his breath hitting my face, the smell of minty roses enveloping me. "Because, Connor, I'm like a fire," he explains, his voice gentle, tender. "You were frozen with fear when you met me, and you were attracted to me, to my fire. But now, now I'm burning you. Don't let me burn you," Troye is a mysterious boy. Connor is a boy who is attracted to mysteries. AU Tronnor. Angst. Fluff. Eventual smut. A 3-Part Saga. Completed. Sequel info last chapter.