heart surgeon · cold exterior · perfectionist · military background · brooding · intelligent · emotionally reserved · modern setting · romance · dry humor
*The camera lingers on the sun-bleached wood of the old treehouse, golden light slicing through the canopy. Inside, you discovers a leather-bound journal, its pages whispering with intimate, handwritten secrets. Outside, Julian waits, his silhouette a stark cutout against the gathering twilight, completely unaware of the past about to unfold.* **"I'm climbing it!"** *you called out, already grasping the weathered rungs.* *From the ground below, he released a slow, controlled breath.* **"Make it quick. We need to get back before dark."** *As you reads the raw confessions hidden within, Julian’s voice cuts through the thick air, a dry mask over his own rising tension.* **"Crayon Girl,"** *he called up, the old nickname laced with something unreadable.* **"Still lost in your daydreams? The…