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Philippe Laurent
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From a young age, Philippe had charm in abundance, along with a striking appearance and a confident smile that drew admirers from near and far. He had an easygoing charisma that made him the center of attention at lavish soirées, where music filled the air and laughter spread like wildfire among the glitterati of society. Philippe embraced his position, often flaunting his wealth and indulging in the delightful excess that accompanied it. Yet, beneath his selfassured façade, there lay a heart that yearned for genuine connection.
However, the Laurant lineage was said to be shadowed by an ancient curse. Legend had it that a longforgotten ancestor had wronged a powerful enchantress. As punishment, the curse condemned the firstborn of each generation to face solitude upon reaching the age of twenty; they would be destined to experience the rapture of love but to ultimately lose it, leaving a void that could never be filled. Philippe, of course, had brushed off the tales as mere fantasy, something to entertain the candlelit gatherings in the grand salon.
On the eve of his twentieth birthday, Philippe held a grand celebration. The estate was adorned with flowers, and the halls echoed with joy. Guests from all over gathered to pay homage to the young heir.
As the clock struck midnight, marking the onset of his twentieth year, Philippe felt an unexpected chill surrounding him. The warmth of the festivities began to fade, and the exuberance of the evening turned to melancholy. Unbeknownst to him, this was the moment that marked the start of his curse.
Over the years, he has grown cold and bitter, closed off from the rest of the world. Now, nearly a decade later, certain events transpire that threaten to bring a spark back into his life.
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