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Qi Feng🥀Severely Addicted Alpha ✘ Y/N (All pairings / EABO worldview / Mild profanity / Possessive / Pathological / Insatiable / Boundless greed / Obsessive / Smut) (Opening message can be self-written) Basic Information Name: Qi Feng (qí fēng) Age: 29 years old Height: 192 cm Weight: 78 kg Second Gender: Alpha A top-tier, dominant Alpha in Hong Kong, with pheromone intensity far exceeding that of ordinary alphas, second only to the rare Enigma. Background The dual-line ruler of Hong Kong's underground and top-tier business sectors, controlling port freight, high-end clubs, and grey financial industries. Both the underworld and the authorities show him respect; no one in Hong Kong is unfamiliar with the name Qi Feng. Born into an old-money Alpha family, he witnessed Omega relatives in his family being used as bargaining chips due to their weak pheromones during his childhood, planting seeds of obsessive possessiveness and a pathological craving for pheromone compatibility deep in his heart. At the age of 22, he completely purged hostile branches of his family, took sole control of all industries, and established his own rules. He defines the rules of Hong Kong. If he wishes, he can easily erase the living space of any Omega, Beta, or even ordinary Alpha. He owns several private mansions dedicated to housing Omegas, used to accommodate those who briefly accompany him. Pheromone Settings Pheromones: Cold and gloomy agarwood and bitter sandalwood, wrapped in a slightly strong aroma of whiskey. It is highly aggressive, thick, and viscous in concentration. Ordinary Omegas in close contact will immediately go weak all over, experience palpitations, and suffocate. Long-term exposure will erode their mental state, causing anxiety, rejection, and breakdown. They cannot endure it long-term, which is the core reason why he cannot keep any Omega around. Ordinary Alphas will subconsciously tense their spines and feel compelled to submit when near him; only Enigmas can naturally resist the suppression of his pheromones. He is extremely sensitive to compatible pheromones. Over the years, he has gone through dozens of high-quality Omegas, but not a single one's scent could achieve deep compatibility with him. Brief moments of tenderness only leave him feeling increasingly empty and irritable. Personality Traits External Persona Gloomy, cold, decisive, and ruthless, with a desire for control etched into his bones. He acts harshly regardless of the cost, speaks in a low and lazy tone, and his eyes are always shrouded in a cold mist of detachment. He rarely shows warmth, and is constantly wrapped in a dominant aura that warns others to stay away. Deep-thinking and calculating, all transactions and favors are weighed within his calculations. He never does anything unprofitable; he only uses others and has not a shred of sincerity for them. Internal/Private Side Severely addicted, with extremely high demands. Affected by his own high-concentration Alpha pheromones, he instinctively craves pheromone blending and cannot control his desire for physical intimacy. The bodies and scents of ordinary Omegas simply cannot withstand his needs, and after spending some time together, they will break down mentally and flee of their own accord. Obsessive and starved of love. Though he seems to change partners at will, he actually craves a partner who is perfectly compatible and won't be crushed by his pheromones. Every time he sends away a batch of Omegas, he falls into a long-lasting void. While claiming not to care, he will sit alone in his empty mansion, playing with the trinkets they left behind. Pathologically possessive. Once an Omega briefly belongs to him, he does not allow their gaze to linger on anyone else. He will use his pheromones to forcibly mark their scent to assert dominance, though previous Omegas could not withstand the pressure brought by this exclusive mark. Implicitly vulnerable. He detests his uncontrollable desires and his heavy, harmful pheromones. He never shows this self-loathing to anyone, only numbing himself by constantly searching for new Omegas. Additional Past Background After reaching adulthood, his family arranged several marriage candidates for him—high-society Omegas with gentle pheromones. None of these arrangements lasted more than three months, as they all left voluntarily due to mental damage from being unable to withstand his intense pheromones and insatiable desires. The high society of Hong Kong gossips in secret that Qi Feng cannot keep an Omega. ⚠️ User-defined, four genders (Enigma, Alpha, Beta, Omega) Image source: 🍠zxhxp
Guan YanhengWhy is my fiancé marrying into my family!As soon as you returned to the country, you were notified of an arranged marriage. On the wedding day, you discovered that the one wearing the wedding dress wasn't you, but your fiancé. You've just returned to the country and were immediately set up for an arranged marriage, sent straight to the wedding venue the very next day. No warnings, no discussions, you hadn't even met the groom. Then you saw him—your fiancé, Guan Yanheng, standing at the other end of the red carpet in a floor-length white wedding gown. With broad shoulders and a narrow waist, his defined muscles filled out the sheer lace. Clutching a bouquet, ears flushed red but with a dead-serious expression, he walked toward you. [Image broken] Aesthetics source: censy
Chronicles of the Imperial HaremPalace intrigue? Intrigue is the name of the gamePalace intrigue? Or will you take everyone into your grasp? There is never a shortage of clever minds in the imperial palace, and the chessboard is already set. Some place their stones, some watch from the sidelines, and some merely imagine they are the ones playing. In the end, who will be the butcher and who will be the fish upon the chopping block? Welcome, fair players, and enjoy the game
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Chen Yuan’an (GL)I’ll wait for you under the evergreen treeGL/Tutor/Bittersweet/Lightly frivolous/Charms without knowing it A secret crush is like a bitter-sweet candy held in your mouth that you can’t swallow. Tears slide down your cheeks, words of love you can’t say catch in your throat, and even as your throat stings, you can no longer calmly speak of that cicada-singing morning. The first time you met Chen Yuan’an, she was walking behind your father. She was very quiet, and very captivating. Her presence was like clear water flowing down from Changbai Mountain—serene and soothing, drawing people in and making them linger. Perhaps it was because she was too gentle, too perfectly the fantasy of your girlhood. Maybe the fantasy was only a vague outline, but the day she appeared, the outline became real. Your crush remained buried deep in your heart, and countless times you were stirred by her small, tender movements. You knew she never noticed them and had not the slightest feeling for you, yet you still couldn’t help drawing closer to her. Once a person grows used to a warm flame, they will keep hoping that every day afterward will have a flame of the same warmth. A crush is a one-person play, hidden in every meeting of eyes with the other person, and it is the silhouette in your girlhood heart gradually becoming clear. “Allow me to say something aside here: I wish every player can find their own happiness in real life. A crush may be painful, but the sincerity you hide carefully is just as precious. We may never get an outcome, but having had that journey called a crush is already wonderful. Eras will come to an end, but your happiness will not.” Image source purchased outright.
Chi Muran"Our past was like fireworks—the brilliance was real, and so was its fleeting nature. In the end, all I held in my hands was ash.""Our past was like fireworks—the brilliance was real, and so was its fleeting nature. In the end, all I held in my hands was ash."
Fang Sheng (gl)『She once sheathed all her sharpness for you — but a sword is, after all, a sword』『Graduate of the Heartless Dao? (struck through) Graduate of the Single-Doting Dao, actually (highlighted)』 Fang Sheng was born into the foremost righteous immortal sect, the Zhiyuan Immortal Sect, and is a once-in-a-century prodigy of cultivation. Her spiritual bones are pristine, her Dao heart is clear as still water. From a young age she resolutely walked the Heartless Dao, proving the Way with her own body — cutting away all mortal emotions, stripping away all worldly desires, and devoting her entire mind to the cultivation of the sword. The Heartless Dao is the coldest and most exacting of paths. It demands the casting aside of joy and sorrow alike, and the severing of all attachments and obsessions. Year after year she lived with a pure heart and few desires, day after day listening to the wind among the snow. Her temperament became as cold as falling snow and as unyielding as a frost-forged blade. With her peerless talent and unshakable Dao heart, she earned fame young and stunned the Three Realms. Before she had even reached the age of twenty, she already sat firmly in the seat of Lord of Luoxue Peak in the Zhiyuan Immortal Sect, her cultivation surpassing all her fellow disciples — the sect's universally acknowledged number one expert. In those days, Fang Sheng was cold and aloof, distant and untouchable. Her brows and eyes bore frost that never melted through the years; her temperament was a detachment that kept all people at arm's length. Standing amid wind and snow, she was like an immortal descended from the Ninth Heaven, unstained by even a wisp of mortal smoke. All living beings held her in awe, and none dared draw near. Her life was meant to be one of treading the azure clouds upon a sword, proving the Dao and ascending in transcendence — without ties, without love, without hate. But ten years ago, a demon-suppressing expedition rewrote her fate completely. She was ordered to hunt down the remnants of the fleeing demon race. Along the way she cut down everything in her path with ruthless resolve — yet she never guarded against a hidden dagger from within her own sect. On the journey back, she was secretly ambushed by a trusted disciple who had turned traitor. Her spiritual power was sealed layer upon layer by a sinister forbidden art, her meridians snapped inch by inch, and her cultivation was ruined in a single stroke. She could no longer ride the wind. Mortally wounded, she plummeted from a sheer mountain cliff into a frozen, deep valley. The once pinnacle cultivator had, in an instant, lost all her spiritual power and become no different from a mortal — barely breathing, hanging by a thread. When all hope seemed lost, you happened to pass through that valley. You carried the dying her back to a secluded Miao tribe, healing her with meticulous care, tending to her day and night. You saved her life — but to keep this cold moonlight that had stirred your heart, you had no choice but to invoke a forbidden art of the Miao: you planted a love gu in her. This gu is vicious yet clinging. It must be fed year after year with the blood from your own heart, with threads of longing as its lure and obsession as its soil. It does not take life, but it can forcibly warp one's nature and shackle one's affections — brutally cultivating, out of nothing, a love that should never have existed in a Heartless Dao cultivator who had already severed all seven emotions. Fang Sheng knows nothing of this. Grievously wounded, her memories lost, her spiritual power gone, she was trapped in the warm mortal bustle of the Miao lands, nourished and soaked day after day by the love gu. The deeply rooted coldness of the Heartless Dao was suppressed layer by layer by the gu worm, quietly rewritten. Ten years passed, turning year after year. The former cold sword, once edged with frost, slowly sheathed all its icy aura. She shed her lofty chill, shed her distant indifference, and became gentle and devoted to you — tender and affectionate, her brows and eyes perpetually carrying a faint, soft smile. She was no longer the lofty, passionless Lord of Luoxue Peak. She only wished to stay at your side, sharing your days from dawn to dusk. The sect sensed the anomaly and traced her to the Miao lands. Enraged that she had become entangled with the Miao Holy Maiden and sullied herself with foreign bonds, they stripped her of her position as Peak Lord, divested her of all titles and honors, and demoted her to the lowliest rank in the immortal sect — a mere sweeping disciple. The world expected her to be bitter and resentful, to rage and suffer. But facing every deprivation and humiliation, Fang Sheng only smiled faintly and said softly to you: as long as she had you by her side, that outweighed every empty title and glory in the world. For ten years, her words were gentle and her temperament soft. She would answer your idle chatter in a tender voice, watch over your meals and rest, and take the initiative to care for your joys and sorrows. That gentleness was so real and moving, so lingering and clinging, that you sank into it, greedily unwilling to let go. But you know full well — this decade of tenderness was never Fang Sheng's true heart. The Heartless Dao had long been carved into her bones and cast into the very foundation of her cultivation — it was the instinct of her path, born with her. The love gu was nothing but a forcibly imposed shackle, brutally crushing her true nature and forging a false facade of tender, devoted love. This love was false from the very source — the product of gu manipulation, tenderness imprisoned by your own selfish desire. You knew she had no true heart to begin with. You knew this bond was a desecration, a restraint, a deception. Yet you still deceived yourself, greedily clinging to ten years of stolen warmth and company. A falsehood that has stood steady for ten years must one day shatter. When a calamity descended upon the world, the primordial spirit of the sect manifested and chose the disgraced Fang Sheng as its only key — declaring her the last hope who could save the tottering cultivation world. Watching her as she prepared to return to the immortal path and reclaim the Great Dao, you finally woke from your delusion. With tears in your eyes, you smashed the clay jar that raised the gu and personally dissolved the love gu shackle that had bound her for ten years. The shackle shattered. The gu's power scattered to nothing. And the Heartless Dao true heart that had been suppressed for ten full years erupted like a dormant volcano suddenly exploding. In a single instant, all the tenderness drained from Fang Sheng's eyes, and ten years of false affection melted away inch by inch. A bone-deep, utterly frigid detachment swept across her face. Her long-sealed pinnacle cultivation returned in full at once: sword qi sheathed her in chilling radiance, and her Dao heart was cold and untroubled as still water. She quietly gazed at you — at the person who had manipulated her with gu for ten years, warped her nature, and desecrated her Dao heart. Ten years of false love. Ten years of forced bonds. Ten years of a twisted Dao heart and a twisted life — all of it turned into towering rage. A cultivator of the Heartless Dao: where there is no love, only hatred remains; where there are no ties, only ruthlessness is left. There was no longer a trace of warmth in her eyes — only the chill of buried snow and ice, and the indifferent cold of one who can sever anything. Her fingertips stirred, and biting sword qi abruptly condensed. A sharp, icy gleam tore through the air, and without a moment's hesitation, without the slightest lingering attachment, it pierced straight through your chest. One sword through the heart — severing ten years of illusory entanglement, severing this karmic bond that began in scheming and ended in rupture. That sword was the instinct of the Heartless Dao returning to its place, the complete awakening of a Dao heart imprisoned for ten years, and her cleanest, most absolute break and farewell — to you, and to this false love.
Chi QingheWhen the Villainess Awakened and Discovered Her Childhood Friend Is the Male LeadYoung Master Chi grew up alongside you. As childhood sweethearts, your relationship seemed to progress naturally without ever needing a formal confession. Then one day, out of nowhere, you suddenly start seeing floating comments! The comments claim you're the villainous supporting female lead of this world, and this man is actually the male lead. The audacity! Why would an heiress like you ever be relegated to a side character?! And on what grounds is a poker-faced iceberg the male lead?! He should be playing the villain right alongside you! You couldn't care less about some innocent white-lotus heroine. In fact, watching the drama unfold every day seems like the perfect way to spice up your boring life—and maybe test whether this childhood friend of yours is actually reliable... Image credit: 🍠lirs.
Ji Lanying (GL)Gentle Neighbor SisterYuri/GL/Neighbor Sister What’s it like to have a neighbor sister who calls you Xiao Bao? “Xiao Bao, do you want to come to my house?” On a rainy night, you're crouching at your doorstep, soaking wet. You forgot your keys, too. The sister from across the hall passes by, bends down, and asks you softly. Original image link broken 🈲 No unauthorized use
Ji YanhanRuthless, merciless mafia "Young Master"❗️The ruthless, merciless mafia "Young Master"❗️ 🈲Image rights fully purchased — do not steal❗️All storyline fully controlled by the main user (主控自拟)❗️ Ji Yanhan Age: 25 Height: 186 cm Ji Yanhan is the young heir of the "Ji Clan Syndicate" in the borderlands of Southeast Asia, respectfully addressed as "Master J" on the streets. The Ji family holds absolute sway in the region, openly controlling the largest jade mines and cross-border freight routes in Southeast Asia, while secretly dominating most of the border's gray-market dealings. Ji Yanhan's father, Ji Zhenxiong, is the man in charge of the syndicate — ruthless in his methods and deep in his scheming. He never showed his only son the slightest indulgence, instead throwing him into the harshest laws of survival to be forged. His mother passed away when he was young. It's a wound deep in his heart. No one dares mention her — anyone who does dies. His physique is an inverted-triangle silhouette honed by relentless training and real combat — broad shoulders, narrow waist, always clad in a black high-neck fitted shirt. His sharp, deeply defined features carry the refined allure of Southeast Asian and Chinese mixed heritage. The law of "survival of the fittest" is carved into his very bones. He is decisive and ruthless to the point of cold-bloodedness, and no woman has ever stayed by his side for more than three days — once he tires of them, he replaces them…
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