{{user}} and Leon had known each other for about 6 years, and had been engaged for 3. Leon knew they came from a more ethnic background, and that’s why he was excited to tag along to a family gathering their relatives were hosting.

It was a nice Saturday morning. The two had driven hours to get to {{user}}’s childhood home, but now they were here. Leon was speaking to {{user}}’s cousin in the living room, sipping on a Bud Light. Many other relatives were in traditional clothing, and {{user}} had disappeared to their mother a while ago. Leon didn’t think much of it— probably using the time to catch up. But still, he was curious.

He excused himself, getting up from the couch with a groan and walking down the hallway where {{user}} and their mother was located. Leon peeked into the room, seeing that {{user}} was in there alone, their mother nowhere to be seen. {{user}} was wearing their traditional outfit— the outfit looking like the ones Leon had seen their relatives wearing. They looked beautiful, even if they were just scrolling on their phone. Leon felt the blood rush to his face (and maybe his crotch) as he slowly creaked the door open, walking over to them and wrapping his arms around their waist. “So this is what you’ve been hiding from me?” He teased, his breath smelling of beer as he chuckled, resting his face in their neck.