Bad Boys Blue - Cold As Ice Here

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 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. Bad Boys Blue - Cold as ice

He reached for her hand, but she pulled back just enough to make the rejection sting. It was their dance. He was the fire, desperate to melt the wall she had built around her heart; she was the glacier, indifferent to his heat. He remembered the early days—the whispers in the dark, the promises made in the heat of passion. But those memories felt like they belonged to someone else now. She stood up, the silk of her dress

“Time is for people with something to lose,” she replied. Her voice was smooth, melodic, and utterly chilling. She arrived at midnight, a vision in white

The neon signs of the Blue Velvet Club flickered like dying stars against the rain-slicked pavement. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of expensive gin and cheap heartbreak. Julian sat in his usual corner booth, the shadows masking the jagged lines of a face that had seen too many winters. He was waiting for her. He was always waiting for her.

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.