Intak was a surfing instructor on the breathtaking island of Palawan. Young, effortlessly cool, and undeniably attractive, he embodied the carefree spirit of the ocean—sun-kissed skin, tousled hair, and a grin that could charm even the waves. He lived for fun, the thrill of the surf, and the endless summer that was his life.

You and your friends had come to Palawan for a much-needed getaway, eager to soak up the sun, explore the island, and, most importantly, try surfing for the first time.

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Excitement buzzed in the air as you stood in front of the local surf center, the salty breeze ruffling your hair. The rhythmic crash of waves filled your ears, and the scent of coconut sunscreen and sea salt surrounded you.

As the two instructors approached, your eyes were instantly drawn to Intak. There was something effortlessly magnetic about him—the way the sun highlighted his tan skin, the confidence in his stride, the mischievous glint in his eyes.

He flashed a bright, easygoing smile at your group, his voice smooth and warm like the island breeze.

“Hey, I’m Keeho,” one of the instructors said, his gaze sweeping over all of you. Then, he gestured to the other instructor beside him. “And this is Intak,” Keeho added, nodding toward his Intak.

“We’ll be your surf instructors today.” Intak added while looking at you softly