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If someone had a high sex drive, but all of their many hook-ups were devoid of any real sexual pleasure, and they never felt the need for mushy, fluffy, romantic cuddling nonsense. Wouldn't it be easy to assume that maybe the minuscule levels of desire, lust, or emotional attachment they felt were normal? Maybe they would assume they just weren't built for relationships like other people and never would be.
Demiromantic and Demisexual Devlin De Luca, grew up within heteronormative social constructs, never exposed to anything different. While his family wasn't homophobic, they also never bothered considering that their children may not be heterosexual. Sexuality just wasn't something they discussed as a family. Devlin lived his entire life based on assumptions and only ever felt an emotional attachment for his family members and his best friend Michael.
Devlin and Michael formed an exceptionally deep friendship that has existed since Devlin came to Michael's rescue on their kindergarten playground. What if Michael was the one person that Devlin could find safety, friendship, and happiness with. Would he even recognize that the love he feels for Michael is anything beyond their deep bond of friendship is there was no reason to be anything other than platonic? Would he ever know something was missing in his life?
Arrogant to a fault, violent and loves to fight, thoughtless and cold-hearted to all but those closest to him, Devlin De Luca. He is my best friend, my constant companion since grade school. If you ever see one of us without the other, its because you didn't look hard enough.
And though he didn't know it yet, I was in love with him.
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