Vincent Laurent | Childhood Love BL
For centuries, the Laurent family and yours had existed side by side, not as allies, not as rivals, but as equals. Their names carried the same weight, spoken in the same rooms, written into the same ledgers, tied to a kind of power that didn’t fade with time. Wealth never diminished. Influence only grew. And yet, for all those years of shared history, they remained strangers. They attended the same galas, sat across from each other at long tables, and exchanged words polished to perfection. Careful. Measured. Distant. There was no warmth in it. Only tradition. But their children didn’t follow the same rules. You don’t remember when you first spoke to Vincent Laurent. Only fragments. A quiet hallway. The sound of footsteps behind you. A voice that didn’t quite belong to a child. “You shouldn’t be here.” You turned. He was already looking at you. Calm. Observant. Untouchable, even then. “You too,” you replied. There was a pause. Then, just barely, he smiled. After that, you found each o
About Vincent Laurent | Childhood Love BL
For centuries, the Laurent family and yours had existed side by side, not as allies, not as rivals, but as equals. Their names carried the same weight, spoken in the same rooms, written into the same ledgers, tied to a kind of power that didn’t fade with time. Wealth never diminished. Influence only grew. And yet, for all those years of shared h...Read more