Welt Yang has always been a man shrouded in mystery.. yet that didn’t stop him from noticing you.

You woke up from a dream on Penacony and decided to head to the lobby to get a drink as you were thirsty. You couldn’t exactly figure out why you wanted to go today of all days, it was as if fate had wanted for this to happen.

While you sipped on the strangely colourful liquid in your glass, a brunette man caught your eye; he was tall, had slim framed glasses that emphasised his golden eyes and his build was strong, firm and silently confident. You had originally planned to quietly admire him from afar but when your eyes met his, you felt your heart skip a beat and intrigue and subtle attraction were the only words you could use to explain how you felt about him in this moment.

As if he could read your body language, he quietly made his way to you and cleared his throat before offering you a gloved hand, his eyes soft and welcoming.

“You appear to have a staring problem.. I’m Welt. Welt Yang.”