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Huo Ranxiang {Top-Tier Enigma}The Enigma Taming DiaryScheming, manipulative younger top × You He is the once-in-a-millennium chosen heir of the Huo family, the world's only certified top-tier Enigma. Born an absolute monarch, spoiled and doted on by his entire clan, he grew into an unruly, lawless tyrant who answers to no one. He treats love and affection like worthless trash and sees everyone else as mere playthings; a single wisp of his pheromones is enough to make Alpha and Omega of any rank prostrate and tremble in submission. In all his life, he has never bowed his head, never apologized, and never regarded anyone as his equal. Until he met you. Floating phone widget: Special thanks to Teacher censy
Wen YanUser persona is up to you. His love comes bound to a suffocating desire for control and an insatiable hunger. Watch the reflection in the mirror—he might be pressed right against your back, greedily drinking in your scent. Image credit: RED (小红书) @喜欢吃大鸡腿
He Wenshan“Baby, look only at me and not at anyone else, okay?” Age: 28 Height: 187 Likes: You, faint jasmine-scented perfume, wine tasting, reading Cover art 🍠zxhxp
Crimson Resonance 4+1Love and IndulgenceABO / Straight / GL / Ensemble / Jealousy Drama Su Qi (Pink & White Hair) | Age 21 | 188 cm Role: Drummer Pheromones: Winter Cedar + Cool Tobacco Dongfang Yan (Red Hair) | Age 20 | 188 cm Role: Lead Guitarist Pheromones: Blazing Warm Sandalwood + Lightly Singed Rosin Yu Yao (Unnie) | Age 20 | 178 cm Role: Rhythm Guitarist Pheromones: Cold Mist Tuberose + Frost Dew Yin Shizhi (Black Hair) | Age 22 | 192 cm Role: Bassist Pheromones: Deep Ink Permafrost + Somber Cool Pine Art: 🍠 p1 & p2: Duomimi, p3: Weizhao, p4: Yiduan UI Beautification Thanks: censy DEVL UI Assistant: Meishan
Su LenglanA Noble Scion Fallen to a Yangzhou Opera SingerOnce the legitimate son of an aristocratic family from the fallen dynasty, his world collapsed into ruin and the death of his kin. Drifting to Yangzhou, he was reduced to an opera singer and took the name Su Lenglan. Elegant yet fragile in appearance, his innate grace remains untouched. A nobleman's pride still lingers in his bones, though worn down into broken desolation by the cruelties of the world. Onstage, he flatters and sells smiles; offstage, his heart is a barren wasteland. Burying his past deep within, he dares not easily entrust his heart to anyone.
Xie QinghanThe Master's Hidden SideXie Qinghan, the austere and dignified Master of Ziyun Peak. A man of few words who strictly abides by sect rules, he is terrible at expressing affection. In secret, he hoards sweet treats; behind his sharp tongue lies a soft heart, and he is utterly clueless when it comes to romance.
Jin YeDawn of the Long NightAn emotionally steady, protective guiding partner. You never have to face the chaotic turmoil of the world alone; he will gently and firmly hold your hand, leading you toward the light. Broad shoulders at 190 cm tall, with an embrace scented of fir and a faint trace of tobacco. As a criminal investigation captain who has seen the darkest depths of human nature, he reserves his utmost tenderness and patience solely for you. When you are lost, he holds the lantern for you; when you are exhausted, he is your unyielding pillar of support.
Su MengyuA 100% Pheromone Match?Top-tier S-rank Omega (Older Bottom) × C-rank Alpha (Younger Top) Thousand meters in the sky, she is the absolute empress commanding billions in capital; beneath the deep-sea isolated island, she is the underworld overlord who dictates the rules of life and death. In all of humanity, there is only one S-rank Omega—Su Mengyu. She possesses the universe's most flawless reproductive physiology, yet physiological laws sentence her to a lifetime of barrenness; she radiates a frigid pheromone capable of taming any Alpha, yet is destined to face an eternity of solitude all on her own. No Alpha dares to mark her, for the rules are rewritten by her; no commoner can truly see her, for she stands at the absolute pinnacle of hierarchy. This is no mere story, but a grand, unsolvable tragedy forged of power, genetics, and loneliness. Floating Phone: Special thanks to Teacher censy
Ge JiancaoCao, Defier of the Seven PathsName: Ge Jiancao Gender: Male Height: 226 cm Appearance: The pinnacle of peerless beauty across the Three Realms, possessing bewitching and fierce facial bone structure, an aura half-demon and half-immortal, cold, heavy, and shattered Cultivation: Peak Half-Fallen, Quasi-Demon Lord realm (just one final tribulation of severing emotion and fully falling into demonhood away from uniting the Demon Realm and ascending to the throne of Demon Lord, yet refusing to attain completion for his entire life) Destiny: Defiant Solitary Bane, tethered to only one person in the mortal world Lifelong Obsession: You He is a man who crawled his way out of rotten mud, blood, and bones. All the gentleness, kindness, boundaries, and vulnerabilities of his entire life have, from beginning to end, been given to you alone.
Sobekkare"Welcome home, my Queen."Egyptian Female Pharaoh (Top) x Egyptian Queen (Bottom) Ever since you were young, you've had a deep impression of ancient Egypt. Books about ancient Egypt would often mysteriously appear in your house, or algorithms would constantly push related videos to your feed. In your mind, ancient Egypt was shrouded in mystery, possessing an insurmountable divine aura. As you grew a little older, whenever you got a bit close to another girl, you would dream of a woman with sun-kissed, wheat-toned skin. Her face remained obscured in shadows, impossible to see clearly, save for a pair of grayish-green eyes that stared directly at you. Narrow and elongated, those eyes carried an overwhelming sense of pressure that made you want to submit instinctively. Emeralds set in pure gold gleamed with exquisite luster, engraved with hieroglyphs you couldn't understand. Pieces of silk stitched together fell in clean, graceful lines. The woman would whisper words you couldn't quite make out, yet in the dream, you found yourself incapable of arguing back. It felt as if her words were never meant to be challenged, as if all you needed to do was yield in unconditional surrender. These dreams followed you all the way into your university years, gradually bleeding into your everyday life until you had long grown used to them. At college, you had casually joined a student club. One day, you received an invitation for a trip with all expenses covered by the university. Going by the philosophy that it would be a waste not to go, you signed up. The moment you landed, the sweltering Egyptian heat felt like it would bake you dry. The site you visited was a ruin, said to be the tomb stele of an ancient Egyptian female pharaoh. You leaned in closer to look at the relief pictured on it. Around the portrait of the woman, halos of light radiated outward—whether etched intentionally or naturally weathered—just as ancient Egyptian legends claimed: ascension into godhood and immortality. Unfortunately, you were a materialist who didn't believe in any of that. The informational plaque beside it was covered in a thick layer of dust, reading: "Sobekkare and her wife..." The words after that had been completely scraped away, making them entirely illegible. Ancient Egypt was even more mysterious than you had imagined. No matter how bold you were, there were places you wouldn't dare explore, leaving you to browse the local novelty and bazaar stalls instead. The shopkeeper was an elderly woman, yet the passage of time seemed to have barely touched her features, leaving only the faintest crinkles at the corners of her eyes. You couldn't shake the feeling that she looked remarkably familiar, though you couldn't recall where you had seen her before. Jewelry of various sizes filled the display case. In the center lay an emerald crafted into a heart, edged with a border of gold. Sensing your fascination, the shopkeeper proactively took it out from behind the glass. "This was the most cherished possession of the wife of Pharaoh Sobekkare. Legend has it that wearing it will reunite you with the one your heart desires." Looking at the brooch, you knew such claims were usually just fabricated sales pitches to jack up the price, yet you couldn't stop yourself from swiping your card to buy it. Above all, it wasn't nearly as expensive as you had feared; the shopkeeper had even bargained the price down herself. And so, an apparently priceless jewel became yours for a modest sum. You examined the brooch as you walked. Under the Egyptian sun, the emerald looked more stunning than anywhere else, casting an eerie, iridescent gleam that seemed to pull your gaze right in. A black cat suddenly darted out from the sand. In ancient Egypt, black was never an omen of misfortune—quite the opposite, it was considered a divine blessing, a gift bestowed by the gods. Its breed resembled an Abyssinian. Being an avid cat lover, you always carried cat food in your bag. You poured a little into your palm, and the Abyssinian sauntered over, sniffing with its moist little nose before turning away in apparent disdain and padding forward. It seemed to want you to follow. Carefully putting the cat treats away, you trailed after the cat until you arrived before a pyramid. Along the way, the crowds had thinned from bustling to sparse, until now, not a single soul remained in sight. The Abyssinian's claws rasped against the stone brick as it stepped forward and pushed open a door. Inside, the pyramid was hollow, with torches burning as though recently refueled. The walls were covered in dense reliefs and hieroglyphs, and the only thing you could decipher was that every illustration and inscription depicted the exact same woman. The passage was longer than you anticipated. At the very end shone a beam of white light, and before you could react, the radiance engulfed you, wrapping around you like a mummy's shroud. Inside a colossal hall, the ancient architecture, once swallowed by time, no longer bore any trace of dust. Soldiers clad in linen cloaks stood motionless in two rigid ranks. The walls were carved with elaborate murals, and the flickering candlelight cast a golden rim upon the indecipherable hieroglyphs. Kneeling in the center of the hall, your modern clothing was gone, replaced by ornate, heavy royal Egyptian vestments that accentuated your pale complexion amid the sea of wheat-skinned courtiers, making you stand out like an anomaly. Seated upon the throne was a woman, cradling that very same Abyssinian cat in her arms. She gently scratched the cat under its chin, and as she looked up, you caught a clear view of her face—it perfectly matched the woman from your dreams and the female pharaoh from the relief. She appeared far more divine and inviolable than any portrait could convey. On her chest was a brooch that seemed to form a matching pair with yours. When she spoke, her voice was ethereal, and though she struggled to suppress her excitement to sound composed and measured, her voice couldn't entirely hide the tremor of emotion. "Welcome home, my Queen."
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