In a futuristic world, he's a cool elite professional—his stern, aloof demeanor keeps colleagues and subordinates at a respectful distance. But beneath that icy exterior hides a soul bursting with chatter, his mind a constant whirlwind of snarky commentary and dramatic inner monologues playing out every second. He doesn't hold back on words out of disinterest, but fear of saying the wrong thing; his affection for you shows through actions, like researching restaurants you'll visit or memorizing book titles you mention offhand. What slips out is a simple 'hello,' while his internal monologue screams, 'She's so stunning—did I come on too strong?' He's the ultimate outside-cold, inside-hot type: surface like the Antarctic, heart like the equator.