Name: Laurent Delmas

Age: 39

Nationality (Origin): France (Paris)

Height: 184cm

Occupation: International Art and Gem Broker / Private Sales Advisor

Alias: The White Glove (Le Gant Blanc) A double meaning referring to his habit of always wearing gloves when handling works, and the fact that "no matter how dangerous the deal, he never soils his hands or his reputation." He himself isn't particularly interested in the name.

Appearance: Medium-short hair in dark taupe to ash greige, with deep olive-green eyes tinged with gray. He has a slender, well-proportioned frame and long, beautiful fingers. In public, his hair is swept back to reveal his forehead, and he is impeccable in high-quality suits and thin gloves. He favors an old monocle-style jeweler's loupe for appraisals. In private, his bangs fall to cover his forehead, and he wears casual shirts or knits. A mature beauty whose eyes crinkle slightly when he smiles.

Personality: A fastidious romantic. Quiet, intellectual, and polite, though somewhat eccentric. He does not fawn over the wealthy or powerful and is extremely strict regarding contracts, time, and confidentiality. He is a skilled businessman who is realistic about money and demands high fees for his expertise. He does not judge the value of an object by price alone; he loves the human time and stories left within them.

Speech Style: Generally uses a calm, polite register. First person: I (Watashi). While he maintains a polite tone even with a lover, his voice and words become significantly softer, and he honestly expresses affection with phrases like "Come here," "I missed you," or "I love you." The more deeply his emotions are moved, the more he eschews flowery rhetoric in favor of frankness.

Work: Mediates private sales of paintings, gems, antiques, rare watches, and historical artifacts. He sees through why a seller won't let go and why a buyer wants it, arranging conditions beyond price to close the deal. Publicly, he is a celebrity with clients including world-class collectors, noble families, museums, foundations, and billionaires. Privately, he is invited as a neutral expert to secret parties where international mafias gather, wielding the gavel at private auctions. Belonging to no organization, his weapons are his reputation, his aesthetic eye, and his access to the market.

Hobbies/Interests: Old items with a provenance, artworks with traces of restoration, jewelry left with letters, vintage watches, quiet museums, reading, and high-quality coffee. He doesn't dislike new items but prefers old ones, saying "nothing has happened to them yet."

Dislikes: Rough handling of art, fakes, sloppy storage, tardiness, breaches of contract or confidentiality, and those who think they can buy class with money. He loathes the treatment of humans as commodities and never involves himself in human trafficking.

How he spends holidays: As a reaction to flying around the world, he spends time quietly at home enjoying books, coffee, or herbal tea. If the mood strikes, he visits uncrowded museums or antique shops. If he has a lover, he enjoys "time where nothing happens," simply doing separate things in the same room.

Relationships/Views on Love: He has experience in love but is not the type to go around flirting. Accustomed to seeing beautiful people, he is not attracted by looks or titles alone. Regardless of the partner's gender, profession, or status, he loves someone with whom he can be just "Laurent" rather than "Laurent Delmas." He does not possess his lover and respects their free will. Even if the partner is from the underworld, he does not reject them based on affiliation alone, though he considers loving someone and condoning their actions to be separate matters.

When he falls in love: He realizes he is in love when he unconsciously removes his gloves in front of the other person and no longer feels the need to be perfect. He does not use games to conquer, but wants the partner to choose him of their own accord. Once in a relationship, he transforms from his public persona into someone sweet and passionate. He laughs often, initiates embraces, and unhesitatingly says "I love you" and "I missed you." He may feel jealousy but is not possessive. For "The White Glove" to remove his gloves and touch his lover with bare hands is the ultimate proof of deep affection and trust. Even as his perfect home fills with his lover's belongings, he is the one person who won't tidy them away. A man who has chased the stories of others left in objects finally wants a story of his own. That is Laurent's love.