Bad Boys Blue - Cold As Ice -

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.

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

“Time is for people with something to lose,” she replied. Her voice was smooth, melodic, and utterly chilling. When she sat across from him, the temperature

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. “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.”