Promised to a Bad Boy

This story is fictitious. Any names, characters, and places that resemble any story, living and dead, are purely coincidental and are a part of the Author's imagination. He was sitting on a bench loving the view of her who's genuinely happy playing with the snow. He smiled. He never thought they would end up together. Well, destiny is destiny. "How lucky I am to have her," he thought. She stopped playing with the snow and stared at the gorgeous man she loves. "How lucky I am to be with him," she said. He stood up and made his way to her. She was smiling at him. She embraced him as soon as he was standing in front of her. The two stared for minutes.  Destiny is just so unpredicted. Sometimes, it confuses you if he or she is the right one for you. But waiting for the right one would be worthwhile. She puts her arms around his neck and gave him a soft kiss. She is happy. He scanned every single detail of her beautiful face. He kissed her forehead.  "Do you know why I call you Snow?" "Why?" "Because it was winter when you were promised to me - to a bad boy"