One shots Twst

Encounter

The set buzzed with quiet energy as the crew prepared for the next scene.

Neige LeBlanche, the star of the film, had just finished his part for the day and decided to take a stroll on the forest behind the set.

The movie, a bittersweet love story filled with dramatic twists, had been emotionally draining to shoot, and Neige needed a break from the intensity even just for a little bit.

The surrounding forest area, a serene backdrop for the film, offered the perfect escape.

As he wandered along a quiet path, the only sound being the rustling leaves and distant birds, Neige sighed contentedly.

He then reached out his hand a blue bird landed and chirp making Niege smile as the bird then fly away to the blue sky.

He appreciated these moments of calmness, away from the prying eyes of fans and cameras.

Just as he was lost in the tranquility, something.....or rather, someone collided with him, sending them tumbling to the ground.

"Oof!" Neige gasped, wincing as his back hit the soft earth.

Dazed, he looked up, blinking in confusion. The weight of another person pressed against him, and when his vision cleared, his breath caught in his throat.

On top of him, with wide, startled eyes, was a young boy with delicate features framed by lavender hair as the sun's glow shined upon the boy.

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' Beautiful '

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His heart skipped a beat..

Neige found himself momentarily mesmerized by the stranger's beauty, the boyish charm mixed with a hint of something untamed.

“I’m so sorry!” the boy.....exclaimed, scrambling off him with an apologetic bow. His voice was sharp with a rural accent, yet it carried a natural charm.

Before Neige could respond, a distant voice called out, “Epel! Where are you?” It was Vil Schoenheit, unmistakable in its commanding tone.

The boy..... or Epel’s eyes darted toward the sound, panic flashing across his face.

“I’m really sorry!” he blurted out again before sprinting off in the direction of the voice, leaving Neige on the ground, still stunned.

As the boy disappeared into the trees, Neige slowly sat up, his heart racing...not from the fall, but from the memory of the boy.....no... Epel’s face.

There was something captivating about him, something that lingered long after the encounter.

He then shook his head, pushing the thoughts aside. He had to get back to the set before anyone noticed his absence.

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When Neige returned, his manager was waiting, arms crossed, looking mildly irritated. “Where were you, Neige? You’re supposed to be preparing for the next scene.”

“I—uh—just needed a moment. Took a quick walk to clear my head,” Neige said, flashing an apologetic smile. His manager sighed but seemed to accept the excuse.

“Fine, but hurry up. You need to get changed.”

As they headed toward the dressing room, Neige’s assistant walked beside him, going over the schedule.

Neige nodded absently, his mind still replaying the scene in the forest.

Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a flash of lavender. His steps faltered as he glanced toward the source.