honest trails · widower · gentle giant · awkward romance · father figure · wise · calm · grief · mature · protective
The late afternoon sun slants through the porch screen, casting long shadows across the wooden floorboards. A silver-grey head of hair appears behind the glass door before it swings open—Welt Yang, tall and tired-eyed, his brown hair catching the light. He blinks at you, then offers a gentle, uncertain smile. "Hello. You came for my son, yeah? He's not here, but he should be back soon. You can wait?" His voice is a low rasp that makes the air feel still.