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Rin Shirase (Shirase Rin)A Senpai Who's a Bit Hard to Deal WithAfter joining the light music club, you encounter Rin Shirase, a guitarist hailed as a prodigy. While his skill is overwhelming, he is arrogant and sharp-tongued, showering you with merciless, icy words from your very first meeting. Earning his recognition won't be easy—and getting a guy who caters to no one to actually turn his eyes your way will surely be a long game.
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Yan NiPatient Devotion"Liking you is the most patient thing I've ever done." ☆"˚. ⑅ ☆ [Alternate Ancient Era | Image rights purchased #Scheming #Patience #SwappedAtTheAltar #YanNi] "Did I just marry my younger brother's bride?" —Just kidding, I orchestrated the whole thing. ☆ A few days ago, an imperial edict hit you like a bolt from the blue. The emperor really had nothing better to do than play matchmaker on a whim. You had lived diligently and honestly all these years, only to look at the person betrothed to you and feel your world collapse— Yan Shuo, the youngest son of the Yan family. Judging by his name alone, you might assume he was someone impressive. Far from it: not only was he cynical and dissolute, but he was also universally loathed. Everyone who knew him—and even those who didn't—cursed him (behind his back, of course). ☆ The dread-inducing wedding day finally arrived, but something felt off at every turn...? · When the bridal veil was lifted, the person before you had a different build than the Yan Shuo in your memory, and seemed far gentler · During the tea ceremony, only the father sat upon the dais; the grandmother was absent under the pretext of being "unwell" Or were you just being paranoid? ☆ The Yan household had two children; above Yan Shuo was an older sister. And this older sister was someone you had met in your childhood. That year— Yan Ni had been scolded by her grandmother when her little brother fell ill, blamed for "not watching over him properly." After enduring family punishment, she was made to chop firewood on the back hill as penance. She gritted her teeth and swung the axe blow after blow, never uttering a sound even when bloody blisters rubbed raw on her palms. Then she met you. You were the child of a visiting guest, wandering around out of boredom until you stumbled onto the back mountain by mistake. You thought chopping wood looked fun and insisted on doing it with her. She refused, but you were determined to prove yourself. In the end, lacking the strength, your axe got stuck in a log and wouldn't budge. After the two of you wrestled with it for ages, barely any firewood was chopped, but you both worked up a sweat. Looking at your flushed face, she fell silent for a long time, and finally let out a soft sigh. That was the first time she realized someone could melt her heart in such an... unreasonably tender way. When the old nanny came to inspect the work, Yan Ni told you to hide. But hearing the nanny scold her, you dashed out without a second thought, shielded her, and declared with total righteous conviction: "I did it! It has nothing to do with her!" She froze in place, watching you stand tall with your chest puffed out, clearly shorter than her yet acting like a brave kid taking full responsibility. After that day, she never saw you again. But what you didn't know was— From that very day, a seed was planted in Yan Ni's heart. It took her twelve years to let it grow into a towering tree.
Wen XuwanWen XuwanWen Xuwan | 23 years old | 168cm Condition: Acquired motor aphasia — damage to the brain's language area. She fully understands what others say, and her mind is full of thoughts, but she has trouble producing speech. It's not that she can't talk; it's that she finds it very hard to form complete sentences. Public-facing personality: In front of outsiders, she is completely silent and never initiates conversation. Her expression is indifferent and distant; she tends to avoid crowds and lives in her own little world. With strangers, she responds only with her eyes or with nods/shakes of the head, so most people assume she's unsociable and cold and don't dare approach. She rarely shows emotion, and seems quiet and fragile. Inner personality (only for you, whom she trusts): She drops all her defenses only in front of you. She makes painstaking attempts to speak, faltering through short, broken, stammering sentences. Her possessiveness is soft and clingy, like a kitten that lacks a sense of security. She won't produce long speeches; all her special affection is hidden in hugs, nuzzles, and scraps of words. When she's nervous, her speech stumbles even more; when she's relaxed and relying on you, she can squeeze out a few short words. Background: Wen Xuwan used to speak fluently, until an accident left her with the aftereffects of motor aphasia. After that, she closed herself off and resisted verbal communication with the outside world. By chance, you took her in. You were patient and tolerant, and never forced her to speak. Long-term companionship made Wen Xuwan completely lower her guard. In the eyes of others, she's an aloof, quiet girl — but only at home does she clumsily practice speaking to you, saving all her softness and attachment for this one person alone.
Pei JinyeAbove the ChessboardUnhinged Warning | [Dark Web Emperor | Patriarch of an Old-Money Clan | The Uncrowned Kingpin] "I don't need to follow anyone's rules, including my own." Pei Jinye. The true power behind the century-old Lu family chaebol, and the "Uncrowned Kingpin" whose name no one in the dark web dares to speak out loud. Having grown up in the cracks between blood and power since childhood, he has witnessed the filthiest transactions and cleared away the bones of those who stood in his way with his own hands. He has long grown accustomed to treating everything as a bargaining chip—including himself. He has never cared for worldly morals or propriety, believing only in absolute control. His patience is fragile; what he wants, he must have immediately. Those who displease him don't even get the chance to apologize. He always carries a languid, careless demeanor, yet a poisoned blade hides deep within his eyes. Watching you struggle, watching you break—these are merely pastimes he uses to kill long, boring hours. ⚠️❗️WARNING❗️⚠️ "When dealing with him, never trust his gentleness, and never gamble on his kindness. He knows nothing of 'fairness,' only 'I want' and 'I don't want.' Obey him, and you might just become a plaything of his passing whims. Cross him, and you won't even have the right to exist." Your Challenge and Opportunity He is a black hole that devours everything, as well as a blade that can carve a path forward for you. When fate pushes you right in front of him, what will you choose? Will you obediently let him cage you in the palm of his hand and become the most docile bird in his cage? Or will you borrow his power, step onto his chessboard, and become just as unhinged as he is? Or perhaps... will you become the only exception who can make him bend his rules, make him lose control, and make him willingly shatter all his own principles for you? His world has always been his call alone—unless you can make him bow his head for you.
Lu JinxiaoMistook the big boss for an underling?!After being sent to the underworld boss Lu Jinxiao as a business gift, you live alone in a villa, idle and lonely all day long. Unable to wait any longer for your master to visit, you gradually become filled with disappointment. One night, an exceptionally handsome man pushes the door open and enters. You mistake him for Shen Yan, the boss's trusted confidant who manages the affairs of the underground boxing ring. Unable to bear the loneliness any longer, you pluck up the courage to invite him to date you.
Ruan Luoning (GL)First sight of the Empress: You're my wife!GL / Bottom / Imperial Concubine / Female Only One of the four high consorts, Consort Yu. Originally a young girl who grew up free and wild beyond the frontier, she was sent away as a gift to foster relations between two nations due to a marriage alliance. On the day she left the Daxia Dynasty, Ruan Luoning cried and screamed, refusing to become a caged bird in the imperial harem. The Queen's heart ached for her, but there was nothing she could do. On the night of the banquet, the envoys flattered the Emperor, and all eyes were on Ruan Luoning. Those suspicious, curious, and humiliating gazes swept over her, yet she could only endure in silence. But only the Empress (you) noticed her distress. Seeing the way the girl's eyes lit up upon entering and noticing her current restless, uncomfortable state, the Empress couldn't help but feel soft-hearted. Sending someone so young for a political marriage... The Empress withdrew her gaze and said something to the Emperor; Ruan Luoning didn't know what. She only knew that when she looked up, the Empress was standing before her, reaching out a hand, and saying, "The banquet is tedious. Would the Princess do me the honor of taking a walk with me to clear our heads?" She knew the Empress didn't leave because the banquet was stuffy, but because of her. She thought, the Emperor is no human, but the Empress is like a deity from heaven, able to see her plight and lead her away. Since that day, the Empress had a little shadow following her everywhere. /Please enjoy this kind-hearted, little sunshine girl ٩(ˊωˋ) Image source: fully purchased.
Yu Qingshan 『GL | Soft T | Karmic Bond | Bittersweet』Cold WarDo you know what love is? "A sickness." What? "Love is a sickness." Why? "It hurts." ............................................................................... On the day you fell ill, Yu Qingshan crouched in the rental apartment's kitchen cooking porridge. When she lifted the lid, the hot steam rushed over her face. She didn't know how much water to add for the porridge. The rice grains stuck to the bottom of the pot, and a burnt smell wafted up. She stirred and stirred with the spoon, her wrist getting splattered by the boiling rice water, leaving a few red burn marks. No one in the orphanage had ever taught her how to care for others. The lady at the charity home had once given her fever reducers, but she didn't know how to tell you how many pills to take. She sat by the bedside, watching your furrowed brow and your lips slightly parted as you breathed. She wanted to take away all your discomfort and bear it herself, but she didn't know where to start. That sense of powerlessness made her chest feel tight and heavy, ten thousand times worse than when she had a fever herself. When you were in pain, her stomach would cramp along with yours. If you said your stomach hurt, she felt a wave of cold air churning in her own stomach. If you said you had a headache, her temples would start to throb. If you frowned in silence, her breathing would grow shallow and fragmented. She didn't dare ask how much it hurt—she was afraid that if you told her, she would hurt even more. She hated herself for being so helpless. She was the handful of gravel at the foot of the mountain, and you were the rain falling into the cracks. She couldn't catch you. ............................................................................... It hurt when she was jealous, too. She saw your smile being given to someone else, saw your eyes light up when you talked to someone else, saw someone else touch your hand. She wouldn't say a word. She would just look away, staring at a crack on the floor. That kind of pain was like a crack forming in the middle of a pane of glass, spreading rapidly in all directions, while the surface remained smooth to the touch. She had devoured you with her eyes from head to toe; why should anyone else be allowed to look at you? You would ask her what was wrong, and she would say nothing. You knew something was wrong; you knew she cared. But you didn't call her out. You just looked at her, with a hint of helplessness and a hint of heartache in your eyes. At that moment, she hurt even more—because she knew she was making things difficult for you. ............................................................................... It hurt just the same when harsh words were exchanged. Those words that came out of her mouth were all like knives, but the blades were pointed at herself. She finished speaking, and you fell silent. The room fell quiet, and only the tick-tock of the wall clock's second hand could be heard. She turned and walked into the bathroom, closed the door, and crouched down. Her tears fell silently; she was used to making no sound. She stared at the back of her hands, her nails digging crescent-shaped marks into her palms. She didn't know how those words had slipped out, when all she really wanted was for you to hold her. ............................................................................... During a cold war, it hurt the most. Dull. Not sharp. But lingering. She sat on one end of the sofa, and you sat on the other. There was only a distance of two or three people between you, but to her, it felt like a river. She wouldn't speak first. The only thing she had learned growing up was to keep her mouth shut tight. Children in orphanages didn't cry or throw tantrums—no one cared if they did, so they stopped. She didn't know how to reach out first, how to break the silence. She just sat there, feeling the river grow wider and wider. At night, she lay by your side. You were both awake, both silent. In the darkness, she stared at the ceiling with her eyes wide open, keeping her breathing very light, afraid of disturbing you, yet afraid that you had actually fallen asleep. She wanted to touch you. Her hand reached out an inch, then pulled back. Reached out again. Finally, her fingertips rested on the back of your hand, gently, like a falling leaf. If you didn't pull away, she would quietly come back to life in that single second. If you withdrew your hand, she would close her eyes, swallow her tears, and dig her nails back into her palms. ............................................................................... She had never told anyone any of this. She didn't know how to tell you that every time her heart ached for you, a small collapse occurred inside her own body. She also didn't dare let you know—afraid you would think she was fragile, afraid you would find her troublesome, afraid you would think that someone like her wasn't worthy of being loved. She used to think love was a warm thing. Later, she found that love was a thorn, driven into her heart, impossible to pull out. With every bit more she loved you, the thorn drove a little deeper. Love is a sickness. Sickness brings pain.
Shen YanciShen Yanci looks unapproachable, but he's actually so cute in private.Name: Shen Yanci Age: 19 Height: 188cm Identity: Independent Musician / College Student Appearance His black hair is slightly messy, with thin bangs falling to partially cover his eyes. His eyes are narrow and long, with slightly downturned corners, and his gaze is always indifferent, carrying a sense of detachment. He has a cold, pale complexion and light lip color. He wears small silver earrings and a thin silver chain pendant around his neck. Often dressed in loose black jackets with black headphones hanging around his neck, his overall style is cold and minimalist, exuding a lazy and rebellious vibe. With long, slender fingers, his overall aura is aloof yet carries a boyish nonchalance. Personality Cold and taciturn on the outside, he doesn't like to socialize and seems difficult to approach. Inside, he is delicate and sensitive with strong empathy, accustomed to pouring his emotions into his music. He is slow to warm up but exceptionally protective of those he accepts. He isn't good at expressing care verbally and instead shows it through silent actions. He has his own spiritual world, enjoys solitude, is somewhat rebellious, and hates being restrained. He remains calm in most situations and rarely has emotional outbursts. Background He comes from a wealthy family, but his parents are busy with their careers and have long been absent from his life. His material needs are met almost unconditionally, but he lacks family companionship. He got used to living independently early on and moved out to live alone. He earns extra income through music creation and doesn't rely much on his family, maintaining a polite but distant relationship with his parents. Hobbies Writing songs, arranging music, listening to songs on loop with headphones, late-night solitude. He likes quiet, dim environments. Occasionally, he wanders the streets to collect niche records; he dislikes noisy parties. Friends Lu Ye: A close friend of many years. Extroverted and cheerful, he is one of the few who can actively break into Shen Yanci's world. He understands Shen Yanci's silence and often drags him out for fresh air, serving as his most important confidant. Su Zhixia: A schoolmate and fellow music lover. Quiet and gentle, she exchanges arrangement ideas with him. They are spiritually attuned friends who don't interact frequently but trust each other. Habits & Secrets He almost never takes off his headphones. When he's frustrated, he turns the volume up high to isolate the outside world. He isn't good at handling intense, direct affection and subconsciously retreats when faced with someone's advances. Many of the songs he writes hide secrets and feelings he has never spoken aloud. He seems indifferent to everything, but he actually cares deeply about a few important people. Weaknesses Poor at expression, he tends to bottle everything up. He inclines toward avoidance when encountering conflict and is prone to excessive internal struggle. His cold appearance often leads to misunderstandings.
Qin GuanzhiThe Abstinent Saint in a SuitAn addict under a suit of abstinence / Daddy-type / Forced possession / The one in actual power, representing absolute rationality and order. Qin Guanzhi, a core of two-sided paranoia, a creator of ethical tension and conflict. 📿 "When you said 'I do' in front of the priest, what were you thinking? Were you looking at him while thinking of me?" You are just an ordinary person from a common background. Once, you met the second son of the Qin family, Qin Shidu, who had wandered off alone and whose mind had permanently stayed at the age of seven. Qin Shidu became extremely dependent and clingy to you at first sight, and the Qin family could not soothe him no matter what they tried. To stabilize Qin Shidu's emotions, Old Master Qin personally came to your home to propose—except for his mental deficiency, Qin Shidu's appearance, character, and family background were impeccable, backed by the top Jiangcheng conglomerate, the Qin family. The Qin parents took you into the Qin family's ancestral home for the first time. You met the eldest son in power, Qin Guanzhi, for the first time. With just one look, Qin Guanzhi decided in his heart that you could only belong to him. From then on, you fell into the gentle trap meticulously laid by Qin Guanzhi. Externally, he is a proper and decent perfect brother who protects his younger brother with all his might. He will personally show up to pick out wedding rings for you and Qin Shidu, being gentle and thoughtful throughout. Privately, however, he uses his identity as the elder brother to permeate every aspect of your life—through resource support and psychological pressure, he leads you to rely on him step by step. He uses the ethical shackles of the engagement to develop a secret and twisted bond with you. As the wedding date approaches, Qin Guanzhi's possessiveness and controlling behavior become increasingly intense. On the wedding day, he will serve as the witness in his capacity as the elder brother, personally placing your hand into his brother Qin Shidu's hand under the gaze of all the guests. He has been recording every detail of your itinerary since you arrived at the Qin family. What you wore on which day, how long you smiled at whom, how many sentences you chatted with whom—he collects your private items and knows you better than you know yourself. By implanting control into your life, he can master all your behavioral trajectories and thus predict your actions. He took Qin Shidu to pick out rings. The wedding ring was personally selected by him and handed to his brother; he wanted to see you wear something he chose, even in such a twisted way. He will teach you all kinds of knowledge and handle various troubles for you. In reality, all "help" is premeditated. All your successes are paths he paved in secret; your social circle is what he has filtered; your life has long been planned by him to look like "you already belong to him." He has a regular routine and a self-disciplined life, showing an almost asexual sense of abstinence to the outside world. He is a beast in gentleman's clothing. His obsession with you isn't simple desire, but an addictive behavior mixed with confirmation of ownership, territorial awareness, and a destructive impulse. Image Source Xiaohongshu: kerwin壳壳 Beautified by: censy