Bad Boys Blue - Cold As Ice ⇒

“Time is for people with something to lose,” she replied. Her voice was smooth, melodic, and utterly chilling.

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.” Bad Boys Blue - Cold as ice

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. “Time is for people with something to lose,” she replied

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. “Some things are meant to be preserved, Julian

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.