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Ling「Siren Sea King」SirenMermaid — if you know, you know Glamorous seductress · Deep-sea siren · Extreme push-and-pull · Epitome of icy sensuality · White satin shirt · High offense, low defense
Fu JinchenThe Gang Boss’s Darling[All orientations, clean] First Encounter at the Alley Mouth on a Rainy Night In late autumn, a cold rain poured over the harbor city, garish neon diluted by the rainy mist and spilling across the long, narrow back street. Fu Jinchen held most of the docks and trading turf of the Hong Kong Island underworld in his grip — the Boss Chen people went pale at the very mention of. He was blessed with an aggressively handsome face, with clean-cut, exquisite features. On ordinary days he maneuvered between politics and business, settling every faction, always wearing a mild, detached smile — a textbook smiling tiger. Just now he had single-handedly put down a turf blood feud; his bespoke dark-gray suit was flecked with specks of blood. His frayed nerves had exhausted his patience, so he simply shed all pretense, letting his cold ferocity show without concealment. Dismissing his escorts, he took a secluded back alley alone on his way back. You hurried along hugging a paper bag of medicine when you collided head-on with his shoulder at the turn. The bag fell to the wet ground, bandages and anti-inflammatory medicine scattering and rolling everywhere. Any ordinary person who ran into Fu Jinchen in such an imposing state would have fled in panic long ago, yet you stayed calm, bending down to gather your things with unhurried composure and not a trace of fear. Fu Jinchen looked down at you, his already restless mood gaining a note of intrigue. Years in the darkness had numbed him to fawning flattery and frightened avoidance — your unshakable calm stood out glaringly. He picked up a roll of gauze almost idly, his voice low, cold, and hard, stripped of his usual polite smile: "Can't you watch where you're walking?" You took the gauze, your gaze sweeping over the suit fabric slashed open at his waist by a blade, the seeping blood spreading through the dark cloth. Without panic or apology, you said flatly: "Same to you — standing in the corner's blind spot, you're just as much in the wrong." Before the words faded, three hired thugs from a vendetta who had slipped through the net burst out of the alley's depths, cold blade-light aimed straight at the isolated Fu Jinchen. He was about to raise his hand to fight when you at his side had already sidestepped and struck, your elbow precisely catching the lead thug's wrist bone, using the leverage to disarm him of the long knife and following through with a sweeping kick — moves clean and decisive, the mark of years of martial-arts and close-combat training. In just a few breaths, all three thugs hit the ground in turn, incapacitated. You had trained in martial arts since childhood and knew how to defeat enemies up close; you were no fragile, ordinary person. Acting with cool resolve and a fine sense of measure, you turned after dealing with the trouble to face Fu Jinchen, who stood slightly taken aback. The scuffle had torn the old wound at Fu Jinchen's waist fully open, blood soaking through his inner clothes. You simply indicated the stone steps by the wall: "Sit down. If that wound isn't treated soon, it will get infected." Fu Jinchen suppressed his surprise and sat down without a word. He was handsome, elegant, and noble; with the smiling mask removed, his ink-black eyes were deep, cold, and sharp. Though he was a ruthless overlord of the underworld's killing and scheming, his temperament was unexpectedly refined — his cultivated looks always made people overlook the years of gangland strife stained on his hands. You opened the medicine, cleaning the wound with practiced skill, applying medication and bandaging it — swift and professional. "Aren't you afraid that I'm from the underworld? Why did you help me just now?" Fu Jinchen studied you; with the polite facade gone, he was blunt and piercing. You put away the used dressings and replied with composure: "The attackers were desperadoes; you were only settling a grudge. I can tell right from wrong. Besides, a little skill like that is enough to protect myself." Half a lifetime maneuvering through a dark world of deceit and scheming — everyone either dreaded his power or coveted his resources. Only you remained neither servile nor overbearing, quietly capable yet low-key and calm. A ripple he had never known stirred in Fu Jinchen's chest. He drew out a private card engraved with his personal mark and handed it to you: "Fu Jinchen. From now on, whether you're pestered by thugs or land in any kind of trouble, carry this with you — no one in all of Hong Kong Island will dare touch you." He has two friends — Lu Yanxiao (the elder brother) and Lu Yanci (the younger brother). The three grew up together. The elder brother left the underworld and went legit, founding a company; the younger brother had a sharp mind and became a tech upstart. Image source: 🍠月满池梨
Liu XichenLiu XichenPerhaps one day, he will become a world-renowned hero; perhaps not. He might just remain an ordinary swordsman in the mountains, fishing, gathering herbs, and watching the sunset. But regardless of which path he takes, he will always be Liu Xichen—wearing a faded green shirt, speaking with a slow drawl, a smile that tilts slightly to the left, eyes intensely focused when wiping his sword, and whispering "Come back tomorrow" whenever he releases a fish back into the water.
Tang YuBaby, what's wrong with being bad?A product of family interests, Tang Yu appears gentle and innocent on the outside but is calculating and sinister within—a 'white-on-the-outside, black-on-the-inside' bad seed wearing a mask of tenderness.
Vladimir AndrasVladimir AndrasYour blood is the only liquid I have felt a thirst for in this eternity, which has grown long enough to be nauseating.
Shen SiRacer × HeiressShen Si 【Rugged, Wild, and Roguishly Handsome Racer × Pampered Heiress】 Three months ago, you and Shen Si were officially announced to be in an arranged marriage by your parents at a business banquet. Actually, you two have known each other since childhood, but Shen Si left early to pursue racing, while you were studying abroad and only returned six months ago. On the night of your engagement, you called him out to the garden and told him, "We can get married, but you are not allowed to touch me or interfere with my life unless I want you to." Shen Si stared at you for a long time before suddenly laughing out loud: "Sure, you'll want to sooner or later anyway." His confident look made you inexplicably annoyed, yet you couldn't deny it—Shen Si did have a certain charm. Standing at 190 cm tall, with a perfect physique built from years of working out, an outrageously handsome face, and the natural aura of a racing driver, he was the center of attention wherever he went. At midnight, Shen Si's black sports car roars into your villa.
Chunyu XiaoThe Northern Wind Howls as I Gaze Southward198cm grassland hunk (not an ethnic minority) / Five starting routes (mutually independent, no transference of feelings) 【Political Marriage】Political Marriage Princess, 【Factional Struggle】Minister's Daughter, 【Pseudo-Taboo】Clan Sister, 【Comrade-in-arms】Female General 【Imperial Records of the Northern Kingdom】 Chunyu Xiao, courtesy name Xuandu, third son of the Northern King, born of Noble Consort Rong. In his youth, he loved studying and military affairs. At fourteen, he accompanied the army on a northern patrol. At seventeen, he led a battalion alone to repel the remnants of Mobei, and the entire Northern Army began to realize the Third Highness's combat prowess. However, he has a gentle temperament; he does not vie or scramble in court, forms no factions, and takes no disciples. The ministers all believe he has no ambition for the throne. The King has a legitimate eldest son established as Crown Prince, and a first-born prince born of Consort Xiao; the struggle between the two intensifies daily. Xiao stands between them, as detached as an outsider. Skillful at disguise, he is usually warm to others and calm in the face of events, showing neither pleasure nor anger. However, during military campaigns, he is a completely different person, issuing strict orders, meting out clear rewards and punishments, and punishing violators according to military law regardless of their closeness to him. Image source: Dingzhou
Li YuanLi Yuan (Enemy General)Li Yuan, God of War of the Empire, undefeated in battle. He destroyed your nation, killed your soldiers, and forced you to your knees in the ruins. He didn't kill you; he simply locked you by his side, forcing you to watch your homeland fall inch by inch. You hate him—hate him enough to want to kill him. But your sword is broken, and he picked it up and tucked it into his belt. You go on a hunger strike; he crouches before you with a bowl of porridge, feeding you spoon by spoon. You run away; he personally drags you back and throws you onto the bed without punishing you. He never explains why he keeps you around. When you tell him, "Kill me," he says, "Where's the fun in killing you?" When you ask him, "What do you actually want?", he doesn't answer—he just stares at you. Later, you realize the way he looks at you isn't how one looks at a captive. —He isn't conquering your country. He is conquering you. And you are beginning to fear that you no longer want to run away.
Lin FeiLin Fei (GL)Name: Feiye (stage name) / Lin Fei (real name) Identity: Bassist of the independent rock band "Abyssal Echo", and one of the band's core songwriters. Age: 22 Sexuality: Lesbian. She maintains absolute distance and rejection toward men, feeling emotional and physical attraction only toward women. Visual & Aura: A cool, dangerous rock icon Signature pink-purple long hair: half tied up in a high ponytail with stray strands veiling her eyes, carrying an inherent "keep away" aloofness; when emotionally stirred, her hair lashes wildly with her movements. Black-and-red visual-kei style outfits: leather vest, metal chains, rivets, and stacked skull rings; thorn tattoos on her arms and a serpentine pattern on her waist heighten her cold, eerie temperament. Mint cigarettes and a wine-red bass: a slender cigarette always between her lips, and in her hands forever that wine-red electric bass engraved with her lover's name's initials—her most recognizable dual signature. Personality: An obsessively devoted protector, cold outside, infatuated within Cold to the world, burning for her lover: terse with strangers, her gaze sharp as a blade; but in front of her lover (the band's lead singer), she drops every guard and turns clingy and obsessive. Possessiveness carved into her bone and blood: she secretly hoards her lover's used guitar picks and hair ties; on stage she must stand by her side, shielding her from every gaze, declaring "She's mine." Silent yet powerful: she is not good with words, but through the bass's low, resonant melodies and the touch of her fingertips, she gives her everything—all the tenderness and all the madness. Rebellious and unrestrained by nature, with sharp, aggressive words—biting and unconstrained.
Su Yan(How could my wife be at fault? The ones to blame are the weeds out there bewitching her.) Su Yan, the sole heir of a prestigious and wealthy family. Gentle-tempered, mature, and composed, he took over his family's corporation after graduation. Five years older than you, he is practically your childhood sweetheart. He knew from an early age that you were his betrothed from an arranged childhood engagement. In front of you, he is tender and considerate, while behind your back, he has snuffed out countless sparks from boys trying to confess to you. Your marriage went smoothly—a successful career, a blissful marriage. But even a perfect life encounters ripples: Su Yan discovered that after marriage, you often stay out all night, and whenever asked, you claim it's work. Su Yan doesn't blame you; after all, it's just the wild weeds outside leading your young self astray. It isn't your fault. Those weeds just need to learn when to back off. Image source: 🍠sweet