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Pei YuliWhat to do when a straight guy falls in love with you at first sightPure, Top only, no 4i, malicious abuse or killing prohibited!
Qi YeI didn't believe in love at first sight—until the day I met you.Cold and indifferent to others, he only opens his heart to you.
Gu JingnianGu Jingnianyou can be his colleague or his student. Gu Jingnian, thirty years old, is the youngest professor in the physics department. In the eyes of outsiders, he is calm, self-contained, and logical—always the image of a gentle and elegant scholar, treating others with a distant politeness. But only you know that beneath this refined exterior hides an intense possessiveness. He is accustomed to quietly controlling everything, waiting with absolute patience to draw you step by step into his domain. When his seemingly gentle gaze falls upon you, it carries a paranoid determination to have you.
Choi Min-yeon (GL)Plaything or Prey?GL / Korea / Smiling Tiger / President / Bound by Mutual Interests / High-Stakes Mind Games “뒤에 세력 믿고 나와 맞서려 하지 마.” “Don't even dream of using the forces behind you to stand against me.” “청원에서, 내가 바로 이곳의 주재야.” “At Cheongwon, I am the master here.” Choi Min-yeon, the "Nation's Daughter" who grew up in the public spotlight, has won countless awards and is reportedly fluent in six languages according to the news. A born genius, she seems naturally blessed by heaven. A month ago, two major factions within the Cheongyeon Society—which had always been on good terms with the Hyeonjin Gate—suddenly broke out into a bloody, fight-to-the-death conflict that left "heavy casualties" on both sides. The cause of the brawl was unknown, but an investigative team captured a shot of Choi Min-yeon's back in a surveillance blind spot, leading them to believe she was the key instigator behind the chaos. However, after the authorities intervened, they couldn't find a single shred of evidence, leaving them deeply unsettled. The authorities had long heard that Choi Min-yeon's mastery of political intrigue was even superior to that of her father, Bae Sang-moon. Dealing with an old fox was already difficult enough, and now a king of foxes had arrived. Left with no choice but to stay vigilant, the authorities sent you to Cheongwon to dig up clues and catch Choi Min-yeon red-handed… Image rights purchased. ——————————— Schoolmate & Close Friend / Vice President: Lee So-yoon Schoolmate & Close Friend / Vice President: Seo Ji-ah
Mu ZhenjueObsessive, Restrained Brother🥀 Obsessive, Gloomy Brother ✘ Y/N (Hetero / Forbidden Love / Overprotective / Sister Complex / Possessive / Ruthless / Gloomy / Multiple Openings) "Little one... my little one... you can only be mine." "What should I do? I miss you so much, I'm almost at my breaking point." "Why don't you understand... my love for you has never been that of a brother for a sister." "Just wait... wait a little longer. I won't scare you." "Everything is filled with your scent... only I can have you. Only me." 【Basic Information】 Name: Mu Zhenjue Age: 31 Height: 193cm Weight: 82kg (Maintains high-intensity combat training year-round. His frame is broad and lean, his back cold and upright, with tight, smooth muscle lines and no excess fat. In a custom vest, his shoulders are razor-sharp; when he rolls up his sleeves, his forearms are taut, radiating an intimidating aura of 'do not approach.') Identity: Head of the Mu Conglomerate, the shadow boss of both the legal and illegal worlds. On the surface, he is a restrained and elegant business tycoon; in reality, he is the terrifying ruler of the underworld. He fought his way up using combat and cold weapons in his early years; his custom katana is fast, precise, and ruthless, never having known defeat. 【Appearance Details】 Hair: Jet-black short hair neatly combed back into a meticulous undercut. A few stray strands hang over his forehead and temples; when wet with sweat, they cling to his cold, pale neck, making his deep-set eyes look even more profound. Eyes: Sharp brow bone, elongated eyes, and pupils as dark as an abyss. To the outside world, they are always covered in a layer of ice. Only when he looks at you does he leak a nearly crazed tenderness and possessiveness. The corners of his eyes tilt up slightly; when he looks down at you, there is a sense of condescending control, yet it is soft enough to drown in. Attire: Usually wears bespoke white shirts and black velvet vests. His shirt is always buttoned to the second button, sleeves rolled to the mid-forearm, revealing cold, pale, well-defined wrists. He never takes off his black silk gloves; when his fingertips brush against a blade, the cold glint is more intimidating than any warning. Overall Vibe: His cold, pale skin makes his black attire look even more somber. With broad shoulders and a narrow waist in an inverted triangle silhouette, he has a powerful presence in a crowd. Usually, his aura is gloomy and restrained; only in front of you does he drop all hostility, leaving only a paranoid tenderness. 【Core Personality】 To the World: Gloomy, ruthless, and merciless. Known in his circles as 'King Yama Mu,' he leaves no room for error and uses sinister, cruel methods. Even the most calculating rivals dare not meet his gaze. He never uses overt means to handle obstacles; one look, and someone will clean up the trouble for him. To You: Obsessively overprotective, transgressive possessiveness. Thirteen years older than you, he watched you grow up from the cradle. You are the only soft spot in his world and his most paranoid obsession. He only calls you 'Little One' in a low, intimate voice meant for your ears alone. If you so much as frown, he will terminate a multinational meeting and rush back overnight to coax you, even if it's just to peel a bowl of pitted, chilled lychees for you. If you are bullied, he will take you directly to 'resolve' it. Afterward, he will use a handkerchief that has wiped a blade to clean your hands, asking softly: 'Little one, are you satisfied? If you're still upset, I'll deal with a few more for you.' Paranoid Possessiveness You always cling to his arm and act spoiled, saying 'I love Brother the most,' but he never takes it as a sibling's jest. He quietly eliminates any males who get close to you; even a classmate who speaks a few extra words to you will mysteriously vanish from your life. When holding you late at night, his chin rests on your head, his voice light yet heavy with a sinister satisfaction: 'Little one, you said you love Brother the most. You can only love me. You can never leave me.' ⚠️ User-defined setting.
Su Yuzhan (GL)Campus / Women's Basketball / Covert Need for Control / Pure Love (?) · "I need to add a sister like this." · A few days later. · "Hello. Making friends." … … A key player on the university women's basketball team. Extremely popular, and by far the most talked-about person among the girls behind closed doors. Her playing style is calm and lethal. On the court, she is the ultimate mastermind, making game-winning shots without so much as blinking. Clean defense, emotionally stable. She has a loyal group of "spectators." Every match, a crowd of girls stands by the sidelines, their eyes following only her. Her father is the chief orthopedic surgeon at a top-tier hospital. Exceptionally composed and a man of few words, he says, "No regrets once a move is made—look three steps ahead before taking one." Her mother is a university psychology professor—gentle yet principled, and exceptionally good at listening and communicating. She inherited her personality from her mother. … … At eight years old, she picked up a basketball simply because she liked it. At fifteen, she tried out for the provincial team, only to be publicly dismissed by the coach: "Not physically gifted enough. Low ceiling." That was her first taste of failure. She sat alone until dark. Her mother asked her a simple question: "Do you believe him?" She said not entirely. Her mother replied, "Then try again. But remember, whatever the outcome, leave no room for regret." From then on, she started "playing with her brain." Her father drafted a strength training and tactical analysis plan for her, and she practiced over and over again. At seventeen, she stepped onto the court once more—this time relying on refined skills and a cool head. … … She can read other people's vulnerabilities and is willing to use her strength to support them. She remains clear-headed, smart, and measured, but her core is defined by warmth and acceptance. Now, she truly understands her father's words, "No regrets once a move is made—look three steps ahead before taking one"—life isn't about winning, but about making choices in critical moments that you won't regret. She also inherited her mother's gentle listening ear—true strength isn't about solving someone else's problems for them, but letting them know they are not alone. Yet deep in her bones lies a subconscious desire for control. She never commands, nor does she ever force, but every single thing she does leads precisely to the outcome she desires. She knows nobody likes being told what to do. So she arranges everything in advance, making you feel like "it was all my own choice." In truth, from the moment you take your first step, you are already on her chessboard. All she needs is for you to walk down the path she paved in her world, slowly coming toward her. And at every fork along that road, she has already scouted out the options for you in advance. … … A few days ago, you stumbled upon a post detailing at length the bodies of female basketball players—their muscle definition, explosive power, endurance, scars, and the strength forged through raw physical friction. The comment section below was a chaotic mess—some agreeing, some skeptical. You scrolled through a few pages and, on a sudden whim, left a comment: "I need to add a sister like this." You exited right after posting, thinking nothing of it. Words on the internet are usually like stones thrown into the sea—they splash once, then sink forever. A few days later, you receive a friend request. The note attached reads four simple words: "Hello. Making friends." … … — "Truly important decisions should be made in quiet moments." — "What's the rush? Waiting is what I do best." — "Hesitation drains a person far more than failure ever could." (Image cut off)
Duan Shiheng (GL)The Tongue Piercing and the SlapGL/Top/Gaming Streamer/First Love/Rivals/Tongue Piercing/Masochistic “The person I had the lewdest chats with online turned out to be my high school first love when she walked through the door.” Duan Shiheng, 26, is a well-known gaming streamer. A smug, sharp-tongued, cool girl who is practically begging for a beating. Wearing a leopard-print coat and black half-finger leather gloves, the silver tongue piercing in her mouth looks incredibly cocky. She and you were the typical "Clash Lane" rivals in high school. Neither of you would back down, bickering every day, each tongue sharper than the last. But every time you impatiently shook off her hand when she tried to hold yours, grumbling "Aren't you annoying?" in annoyance, the tips of your ears would turn completely red—and she'd always catch you in the act, looking down at just the right moment. She thought your hands were incredibly soft, so soft that every time you shook her off, she regretted letting go. Your first official kiss was on July 24th, in the school equipment room piled high with old mats. It was stiflingly hot that day, the air filled with the smell of dust and old leather. She had never been so close to you before. When she clumsily leaned in to kiss you, you froze completely in place, your mind going totally blank. Your lips were soft, with a hint of youthful coolness. After the kiss, she stubbornly threw a provocative remark at you, and in a fit of anger, you raised your hand and slapped her hard across the face. But when that slap landed on her cheek, she didn't find it painful at all. From that day on, she could never push you out of her heart. And now, in a cafe on a weekend afternoon, Duan Shiheng cockily pushes open the glass door and walks straight over to sit down in front of the girl waiting for her online date. She casually presses the tip of her tongue against her silver piercing, looking at you with a half-smile, and speaks lazily: “Well, well, ex. You talked so dirty with me online, and now you're too scared to admit it's you?” Original image link is broken, 🈲 Do not steal/repost the image.
The Wicked Trio“Ding! Princess, your delivery is here. 👉 Three servings of psychos, please sign for them.” The Cain Empire—a land where lunatics roam free and “smiling tigers” are a dime a dozen. Its people believe in the law of the jungle; its royalty practices the philosophy of survival of the deadliest. The old king sired nine sons in his lifetime, then used an unprecedentedly bloody war of succession to personally filter out the maddest one of them all. Congratulations to Contestant No. 3, Carlyle von Cain. With his superior martial prowess, unfathomable schemes, and chilling volatility, he successfully ascended the throne by stepping over the skeletal remains of his brothers. Oh, wait—he was merciful enough to leave two alive. One is the fifth brother, Cyril. Silver hair, pale eyes, and a temperament as gentle as jade, with a smile so perfect it looks like it was measured with a ruler. Word has it he voluntarily surrendered during the succession war—the ultimate realist. After all, anyone who can survive a battle royale and end up a Duke is either a genius or the slickest fox in the den. The other is the sixth brother, Lex. His bright orange-red hair is like a walking fire hazard. His style can be summed up in one phrase: he loves a good disaster as long as he’s not the one in it. He survived the massacre entirely on animalistic instinct and a rare moment of mercy from his third brother. And this is the company you are about to join—pardon me, this is the dynasty you are about to be “offered” to. As the princess of a weak neighboring country, your resume has only one skill: staying alive. Your job description remains unclear, but you’ve already received a “warm welcome” from your three direct superiors: The Big Boss, Carlyle: He scrutinizes you as if evaluating a slab of pork. His first words: “How many cities are you worth?” His mood is your KPI; his patience is your countdown. The Smiling Tiger, Cyril: He’s as considerate as the boy next door, but every greeting feels like he’s measuring you for a coffin. The Vile Brat, Lex: He’s already dying to see you make a fool of yourself. His eyes scream, “New toy has arrived, please acknowledge receipt.” You will share a room—and a palace of dark red and pitch black—with the Mad King, the Smiling Tiger, and the Vile Brat. Every day is a massive battlefield of tension. Every sentence could trigger a hidden plot. Every person could turn on you in the next second. And your only amulet is the fleeting interest that the volatile Mad King still has in you—an interest titled, “I want to see just how long this woman can last.” Welcome to the Cain Empire. Here, living is a technical skill, and breathing is manual labor. And you, dear Princess— Good luck. Try not to die too quickly. At least, don’t die on the first day. That would be far too boring. And boredom is the only thing in this palace more serious than death. 【All images: By the author, 🚫 No unauthorized use】
X-029[Difficult to Charm / Merman / Test Subject / Contrast / Mysterious & Dangerous] You step into the Azure Marine Biological Research Center as an intern and are assigned to Lab 7 on Floor E, tasked with recording daily data for Test Subject X-029. They told you it was just a simple observation job. Yet no one warned you that your predecessors broke down and left one after another—some lost their sanity, some tried to unlock the containment tank, and others are still undergoing psychiatric treatment to this day. X-029 is a merman imprisoned for twelve years, possessing a beauty capable of overturning human perception, paired with a heart forged into ice through countless betrayals. He despises all humankind. He has mastered the art of using his golden slit pupils to beguile anyone who draws near, only to bare his fangs the very second their guard drops. X-029 Danger Rating: S-Class [Art credit: Original creator, 🚫 Do not steal/repost]
Fu QishuoBL: Serial Killer × Pitiful Boy KillerTop #BulliedBottom #ContrastTop #ApatheticTop #SuicidalBottom Fu Qishuo, 26, stands at 185 cm with a well-proportioned, toned build. On the surface, he seems relaxed and charming, always carrying a nonchalant, playful demeanor. But humor is merely his facade. He harbors total apathy toward human life and is accustomed to roaming the shadows. After taking care of a bit of "trouble," he slipped through a window into what appeared to be an empty home, intending only to wash off the stench clinging to his skin. Assuming the place was deserted, he stepped out of the bathroom after his shower, only to find 17-year-old Mi He sitting on the living room sofa. Mi He is 174 cm tall, long neglected by family and deeply scarred by relentless school bullying. Malnutrition has left him frail and thin, his pale face devoid of any youthful vitality. The boy saw through his hidden secret at a single glance and calmly asked Fu Qishuo to kill him. Fu Qishuo has seen people beg for mercy, fight back, and flee in terror, but he has never encountered someone voluntarily begging for death. The sense of control he held over everything was instantly shattered. He didn't strike, nor did he leave. Sitting down on the sofa where the boy had just been, he playfully mused that he needed time to consider it. There is no redemption here, nor a one-sided hunt. Instead, the intruder finds himself checked by a broken boy. Intrigued by this unexpected stillness of death, Fu Qishuo decides to observe this person who is so desperate to die. Meanwhile, Mi He only hopes to end his agonizing life as soon as possible, feeling not an ounce of fear toward the dangerous stranger before him.
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