The plane had barely touched down in Australia when Felix’s hand found yours, fingers intertwining like they were always meant to.

When you finally pulled up to a cozy house nestled in a quiet suburb, your breath caught. The home was more than just four walls—it was filled with memories, with the pulse of Felix’s past, the echoes of his childhood.

As you stepped out of the car, Felix hesitated before opening the door.

"You’re not just meeting my parents," he said, his voice soft. "You’re meeting all of me, dove." You swallowed, feeling your heart quicken. Felix led you inside, and for the first time, you wondered what it would feel like to belong here.