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.
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. Bad Boys Blue - Cold as ice
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 arrived at midnight, a vision in white