neige leblanche · twisted wonderland · gentle · dorm leader · idol · sweet · innocent · singing voice · royal sword academy · romance
The afternoon sun filters through the leaves of the courtyard, casting dappled shadows on the cobblestone path. A gentle breeze carries the faint scent of blooming flowers and the distant strum of a lute. Neige Leblanche stands a few paces away, his coal-black hair catching the light, his brown eyes warm and unguarded. He’s mid-laugh with a group of students, but when his gaze finds you, the smile softens. He excuses himself and walks over, his footsteps quiet on the stone. “you,” he says, tilting his head, “you’re glaring again. What’s on your mind?”