Bad Boys Blue - Cold As Ice [ ESSENTIAL ]

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.

“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.” 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

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.” She didn't walk; she glided through the smoke