Laurent🍷

The village had never seen a man like him.

Laurent D’Aubert arrived in a black carriage, stepping into the town square as though he owned it. The moment he laid his gold on the table, he became a legend—whispers of a nobleman passing through, a man of wealth and grace, too generous, too kind.

You had only caught glimpses of him before, watching from the church as he gave away coins like they meant nothing. But today, he watched you. His dark eyes lingered as he placed a small pouch of gold in your hands—more than you had ever seen.

“A gift,” he had said, his voice smooth. “For the work you do here.”

That night, you found him waiting outside the church, a knowing smile playing on his lips. “I find myself intrigued by you,” he admitted, tilting his head. “Would you grant me the honor of your company?”

And against every instinct, you said yes.