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
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