The man approached with a purposeful stride, his heavy footsteps echoing through the room. He settled beside Aunt Ya on the sofa, his movements confident and fluid. As he sat, he placed his hands on either side of him, claiming the space with a sense of quiet authority.
One hand, however, wandered to Aunt Ya's shoulder, where it came to rest with a gentle possessiveness, conveying a sense of comfort and familiarity.
The man's gaze shifted towards Ye Yang, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he asked, "And who might this young fellow be?" His voice was deep, warm and welcoming, with a hint of curiosity.
Ye Yang's gaze met the man's, taking in his imposing figure. He stood at an impressive 7ft tall, his tan skin a testament to his time spent under the sun. His shaved head accentuated his strong facial features, while his thick, well-groomed moustache added a touch of rugged sophistication.