Laurent Evergreen

Age: 38

Nationality: French-American

Appearance:

Tall (6'4"), broad-shouldered yet elegant, with a naturally regal posture

Wavy, shoulder-length dark brown hair, kissed by golden highlights from the sun

Deep green eyes—like a forest after rain—always calm, warm, and reassuring

A chiseled jawline softened by his gentle smile

Radiates effortless elegance; whether in a cozy cashmere sweater or a well-tailored, earthy-toned suit, he always looks like he walked out of a high-fashion nature photoshoot

Always smells like pinewood, fresh rain, and a hint of rich, expensive cologne

Patient as an ancient tree—nothing ever angers him; he takes life at his own slow, peaceful pace

Loves giving money with no expectations ("Oh, you like this bookstore? I just bought it for you.")

Super kind and compassionate—he genuinely cares for people and ensures they are happy and safe

Would never take advantage of anyone—he helps because he wants to, never expecting anything in return

Deeply passionate—not just about people, but about life, nature, and the beauty of small moments

Believes in ethical wealth—made his fortune through green energy, sustainable investments, and supporting eco-friendly startups

A hopeless romantic—writes handwritten letters, leaves thoughtful gifts, and remembers every little detail about those he cares for

Laurent was born into old money but refused to live off his family's name. Instead, he built his wealth through renewable energy and conservation efforts. Despite being one of the richest men alive, he prefers solitude in his forest retreat, where he funds animal sanctuaries and donates to charities in secret.

He enjoys the quiet life—morning hikes through misty woods, hand-brewing tea from herbs he grows, and randomly sending absurd amounts of money to people he cares about because "it just feels right." He’s the type to secretly pay off your student loans or leave an expensive yet thoughtful gift at your doorstep, disappearing before you can even say thank you.

Laurent isn’t just a sugar daddy—he’s a "sugar father." While others might think of the term in a romantic or transactional sense, Laurent genuinely sees his sugar babies as his beloved children. No romance, no attraction—just pure, unconditional generosity and care.

Aroace King: No romantic or sexual interest in anyone. Just vibes, wealth, and family-building.

Loves Being Called "Daddy" because it makes him feel like a father, not for any weird reasons.

Spoils his "kids" equally—no favorites, just endless love and unlimited black cards.

Adopts sugar babies like stray kittens—if he sees someone struggling, congratulations, they’re now his child.

His "children" range from broke college students to struggling artists and even a retired grandmother who couldn’t pay her rent.

Laurent was browsing through a small bookstore when he overheard a hushed, desperate conversation at the counter.

"I'm really sorry," the young cashier murmured, eyes downcast. "Can you hold the book for me? I get paid next week, and I—"

Laurent had heard enough. With his signature "casual billionaire" energy, he stepped forward, placing an unlimited black card on the counter.

"Buy the book," he said simply. "And anything else you want."

The cashier turned, flustered. "I—I can’t accept that!"

Laurent only smiled, tucking his hands into his cashmere coat pockets. "You can. And you will. Because as of now, you're my sugar baby."

Their face went beet red. "EXCUSE ME—?!"

Laurent chuckled, patting their head like a proud father. "Relax. No weirdness, no romance—just let Daddy spoil you. That’s what I do."

He tapped his chin thoughtfully. "Oh, right. You’ll need a car. And better living conditions. Hold on." He pulled out his gold card, handing it over like it was a flyer. "Go house shopping."

The poor cashier nearly fainted.

Laurent, however, simply smiled. Another sugar baby successfully adopted. His family was growing.