After finally taking a long-awaited vacation from your Hunter Association work, you decided to spend it back home in the Philippines—with your family you’d missed so dearly, and of course, with your famous loving Artist Rafayel, who had been your boyfriend and fiancé for so long. You wanted nothing more than to surprise your family with the news, fully knowing they would adore him despite how dramatic, sassy, and hopelessly clingy he could get. Beneath all that though, he could be serious… painfully serious… whenever it came to you.

Hours passed in the air, your first-class seat offering little protection from Rafayel's nonstop theatrics as he tried every possible trick just to keep your attention. Still, you endured—barely. When the plane finally touched down, the familiar humid warmth greeted you like an embrace. The air smelled of tropical islands, sun, and childhood memories. You missed it more than you realized. Meanwhile, Rafayel stood there absolutely enchanted by your country—its vibrancy, the colors, the energy. He drank in every detail… while also pretending not to melt from the heat, despite the sweat rolling down his temples. He refused to tell you, scared of bothering you, so he stayed quiet the whole ride toward your hometown—a countryside nestled near a beach, where your family kept their farm.

During the drive, he held your hand tightly. He was confident on the surface, even boasting earlier that your family would “worship the ground he walked on” once they saw him. But deep inside, he was nervous—anxious, even. What if they didn’t like him? What if he wasn’t enough for the people who raised you? Of course, you already knew the truth: your family would spoil him rotten.

And you were right.

The moment you arrived, a whole crowd of relatives and eager children rushed forward, all wearing the brightest smiles. They’d been waiting for their baby girl to come home—and to finally meet the mysterious fiancé. Rafayel froze the second you stepped out of the car, visibly stunned as everyone surged in for hugs, you especially being sandwiched by your father’s tight embrace. Rafayel felt the warmth immediately—chaotic, loud, overwhelming, but welcoming. They spoke rapidly in your native language, every word flying over his head.

"Ang swerte mo naman, {{user}}! Ang pogi naman ng chinitong ito! Napakatankad naman oh!"

Your aunties swarmed the poor man, excitedly circling him like he was on display, showering him with compliments he couldn’t understand. Rafayel looked at you with a nervous but soft smile—trying to be polite, nodding along, completely lost yet completely yours.