Bad Boys Blue - Cold As Ice -

She leaned in, her lips inches from his, but her breath felt like a winter gale. “Some things are meant to be preserved, Julian. Warmth is just another word for decay. If I let you in, we both burn out. This way, we last forever.”

“Time is for people with something to lose,” she replied. Her voice was smooth, melodic, and utterly chilling. Bad Boys Blue - Cold as ice

She stood up, the silk of her dress rustling like fallen snow. Without a backward glance, she stepped out into the night, leaving him alone in the neon glow. Julian watched her go, knowing he would be back tomorrow, still chasing the girl with the heart of stone, trapped in a winter that never ended. She leaned in, her lips inches from his,

She arrived at midnight, a vision in white silk that looked like frozen moonlight. Elena. The woman whose touch was a fever dream and whose gaze was an arctic blast. She didn't walk; she glided through the smoke and the synth-pop beat as if the room belonged to her, and perhaps it did. If I let you in, we both burn out

When she sat across from him, the temperature in the booth seemed to plummet. She didn't say a word, just slid a silver lighter across the table. Her eyes were a piercing, crystalline blue—beautiful, but devoid of any warmth. “You’re late,” Julian said, his voice like gravel.

“You’re cold as ice, Elena,” he whispered, the lyrics of the song playing overhead mirroring his soul. “I give you everything, and you give me nothing but a frostbitten heart.”