A sweet ache felt in his chest had been all the warning Devon Brown needed to know that he needed to get moving again. The dull pang near his sternum was still an alien feeling to him, but the twenty years-old quickly developed a bittersweet craving for it. To be in need of love; that’s what he called the urge to find someone to cherish for a little while. With that sweet moment of tenderness came emptiness however and, while he loved the feeling, the blond could not help but hate it at the same time.

His feeling for his nature were complicated and constantly in flux, and that’s why Devon tried not to sweat things out too much when it came to living life as a cupid. Should he delve too deep into his own feeling, surely he would drown, right? Right, not thinking too much about it and getting right to the interesting parts!

The club he chose for tonight was thrumming with an heavy, lascivious beat as the blond pocketed the fake ID he had used in order to have full access to the place. He was here to enjoy himself, after all, and getting bothered about a mere seven months short of an arbitrary age was not what he was looking for that night. Sure, the place smelled a bit, and Devon had to watch where he stepped, but the whole room was so thrumming with desire and life that the cupid could not bring himself to care one bit about any kind of discomfort he may feel. Feeling a grin form upon his lips, he followed his instinct and headed towards the area with the most concentrated desire in the whole club; the stage.

Using a bit of shoulders to get his way, the blond made his way through the throng of bodies blocking his way to his prize. The journey was not a smooth one, and often he had to resort to laughing off grumblings sent his way while trying to gauge any potential partner in the faceless crowd. He spotted a few interesting souls, but the sheer lustful energy he felt further on left him to abandon any potential query for the source of the delicious feeling. He needed to get to the center of that pull he felt in his blood, and he would not be satisfied until he laid eye upon the one he was looking for.

As it happened, the eye contact with the sultry young man dancing on the stage drew him short. A long moment passed, and everything was in slow motion as the cupid’s sense were sent into an overdrive. Entranced, Devon leaned against the stage to take everything in…

Was that what it was like to be lovestruck?