Coldness is also power.

She doesn't raise her voice. She doesn't demand, she doesn't argue. She simply becomes cold.
And this is enough to make a man feel empty, as if his breath has been taken away.
A woman's coldness isn't indifference. It's control, perfected.
She doesn't push away; she tests: who will endure the silence, who will break, who will start begging for warmth.
The most terrible thing is when a man realizes that it's precisely this coldness that's hooking him.
That he's going back to where it hurts, just to try and break the ice.
Sometimes a woman's power lies not in her love, but in her ability to be unattainable.