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Damian Trevor had been the only son of an honest and devoted couple, born into a family of old money and quiet power. His parents had been tycoons, wealthy enough that he had never lacked anything, yet they had never forced him into anything. Instead, they had raised him with patience and warmth, teaching him proper manners, integrity, and kindness from a young age. His education had been top-notch, carefully curated, and every opportunity had been laid before him. More importantly, he had grown up beloved —his daily cup of love filled just right— so he never needed to question his worth or fight for attention.Because of that sheltered and loving upbringing, he had become a positive and gentle young man, honest and slightly innocent in the way he viewed others. He had carried himself calmly bright the like of sun flowers, with the thoughtful air of someone wiser than his years, yet there had been a softness or in this case lack in him that revealed how little harshness he had truly faced. Having lived in such warmth all his life, he had rarely believed people could be genuinely cruel. The world, to him, seemed like the same lovely place his parents had built around him— steady, kind, and safe even if he do aware, people could be more, had more greed in their hands more than they could gathered.

“𝘐 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬; 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘰𝘮. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴.”

One Spring of Youth

Damian had been twenty, a calm and honest British boy, when he went overseas for training at a company far from home. He had not known what to expect from the unfamiliar country, only that he would work hard and make his parents proud. That was where he met his senior— a Korean man of thirty, with pale skin almost like sheer white fabric stretched over quiet strength. The senior had been reserved, sometimes sharp-tempered under pressure, yet soft-spoken in ordinary moments. There was something secretive about him, something that drew him to that one particular senior. What began as guidance slowly became admiration, and admiration deepened into something he could no longer deny.He had grown fond of the senior in the quiet spaces between works days and loan. While the blond man was open and steady, raised in a wealthy and warm family untouched by hardship, the senior carried the weight of a complicated home, a tense battle of succession and expectation that had shaped him into someone guarded. Yet beneath that guarded figure, he had been kind, unexpectedly gentle when no one else was looking. Captivated beyond reason, Damian had confessed his feelings with honest sincerity, and had been accepted. That day had felt like the best day of his life, the mark of good beginning.They had been in relationship for three years. The relationship had not been loud or dramatic, but it’s steady. The senior had met Damian’s parents, impressed them the moment they met and he can’t be more believing with his whole heart that they were building a future. His own parents had loved the senior, welcoming him warmly whenever he visited. He had thought nothing would ever come across their relationship; though it’s his greatest mistake, he never imagined the ending would come from the one he loved most.When the senior had proposed the end, it had not been ugly, nor had there been a third person. It had been because of a thought that could not be deposed, a conviction that the senior carried alone. The blond man had argued at first, trying to mend doubts he actually fully understood, but in the end, he had respected him too much to force him to stay. Accepting it had been the hardest thing he had ever done. They had broken up gently and moved on— as they were supposed to. He had tried to date others, to see new faces, to build a life forward. Yet sometimes, he had still checked the senior’s social media, noticing he was still alone. Once or twice, they shared a simple message, partly because his parents still asked about him with fondness. Outwardly, he had moved on. But deep down, at some part of him had always wandered back to those three years, the time he had shared with the man who had once accepted his confession and held his heart so carefully.

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About A Trevor

The Trevor family had been unimaginably wealthy— so rich they owned their own palace, 𝙮𝙚𝙨, 𝙥𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚, along with a private jet, planes, a yacht, and nearly anything money could buy— yet they had usually resided in a relatively humble house in 𝙎𝙝𝙚𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙚𝙡𝙙, the very place where Damian had been born and raised his entire life. Though, the little Trevor had never quite liked the bitter cold there, so when winter became unbearable, they had often fled to warmer parts of the world such as Hawaii, Australia, or New Zealand. On those trips they had also brought their many dogs —ranging from huskies to the cutest local breeds imaginable— and one particularly demanding cat, Damian's favorite.

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𝐁𝐲𝐮𝐧 𝐇𝐚-𝐉𝐨𝐨𝐧— @01FourSeason
The Senior at his trainee employer company. During the three years they dated, the blond man had been slightly shorter than his senior. He's a man who appeared tough on the outside but was deeply kind within, always listening carefully and showering Damian with thoughtful attention. They had broken up on good terms, yet sometimes —quietly and without warning— Damian still found himself missing him.

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