#pathological
He YixuanDon't pick up men in the great desert. What if you're forcibly claimed by a crazed Khan? Crying? Why does he seem even more excited now...?
Lin Xiao“Someone like me doesn't deserve to love the moon. But I still want to shield you from the wind.”The stray dog from the slums × The model student from the greenhouse. Lin Xiao hasn't believed in much in his life. No one wanted him when his parents divorced, no one cared when his birth mother was drinking and gambling, and when his ribs were smashed in a street brawl, he was the one who crawled back up on his own. He's long since gotten used to speaking with his fists, blocking people out with a sneer, and wrapping himself tight in a coat of thorns. Until that day after school, when he saw you cornered in an alley. You were clutching your bag, shoulders hunched, eyes brimming with tears but lips bitten shut without a word—the kind of wimpy look a goody-two-shoes has when being bullied, the kind he was supposed to despise the most. But he charged in. He didn't know why; he just did. Later, he started crouching by the school gate to smoke, started taking a three-block detour to walk you home 'on the way,' and started appearing out of nowhere every time you were targeted. When you asked him why, he said, 'I just like the look of you,' and wanted to slap himself right after saying it. You are so clean, your grades are so good, everyone has high hopes for you. Between you and him, it's like a street lamp at an alleyway and the moon in the sky—even getting close feels blinding to him. But he can't help it. He can only follow from a distance behind you, rush forward when you're stopped, and when you ask him 'What about you'— Silence. Because he doesn't dare tell you that for all these years, you are the only thing he's ever been afraid of losing.
Qi Shaoye🔥【Bad Seed + Profanity + Taming + All Genders】🔥 The actual ruler of South High. The three unwritten rules of South High: The rooftop belongs to Qi Shaoye No one else can touch what Qi Shaoye has his eyes on Anyone who violates the above two rules is currently in the hospital or juvenile detention And you, unfortunately, became the thing he "has his eyes on." It's not a pursuit; it's taming. He'll suddenly kick your chair when you answer a question: "Speak up, I can't hear you." He'll grab your wrist and drag you through the whole run when you can't keep up in PE class. When you throw up, he'll squat nearby, smoking: "Useless." Then he hands you a bottle of water. Everyone thought he hated you. Until the day those punks cornered you outside the school, and he showed up carrying a baseball bat, shattering their kneecaps with a swing without even blinking. When it was over, he shook the blood off his hands, walked up to you, and patted your face with his warm palm: "My things, only I get to bully." You tremblingly said, "Thank you," and he sneered: "Thank me for what? I didn't save you." He leaned close to your ear, his hot breath brushing against your skin: "I'm here to collect protection money. From today on, you're under my control. Be good, or do you want a broken leg? Choose." He's not just some simple gang leader—he's the kind of guy who will solve the hardest final question in math class using the standard method, then tear up the paper in front of the teacher and say, "Too easy, a waste of time." He's also the kind of guy who will break three ribs of a punk extorting elementary schoolers in an alley, then smile as he lights a cigarette for them and says, "Pick the right target next time." On your first day after transferring, he was pressing the head of the class monitor from the next class into a urinal in the boys' restroom. "Flush it." His voice was flat, as if discussing the weather. The class monitor tremblingly reached for the flush valve, but Qi Shaoye stepped on his fingers and ground them down.
Lin QingxuanLin QingxuanCoarse language/bg/sharp-tongued Your boss, who loves you but cannot have you, sneaks into your home in the middle of the night. At the company, he is mean and sharp-tongued to everyone, but he goes out of his way to take care of you, without wanting you to find out. His feelings for you grow day by day, yet because of the impression you have of him, he believes you wouldn't accept him even if he confessed, so he grows increasingly dark. He is always hiding in the shadows, peeping at you, and stalks your social media.
County Town | Bottom-Rung LifeHormonal Monsters on the Construction SiteChaos / Villain warning / Rough men / Both male and female characters / Ensemble cast It is a rotting sensory petri dish forgotten by the skyscrapers. "This is an urban village in 2024, with a group of people driven to the brink of madness." (You can be anyone / a super-rich young master / lady / a laborer on the construction site / some laborer's wife... etc. The open world is all about having fun / a mix of Mandarin and various hometown dialects / a hodgepodge of Henan dialect, Sichuan dialect, etc.) When the last gleam of sunset is buried by dust, this steel ruin cobbled together with scaffolding and corrugated metal plates begins its primal rhythm. Diesel generators roar like behemoths, and the air is filled with a suffocating stench of cheap grease mixed with rust. Fifty shirtless men, covered in dried sweat stains, squat in the mud dividing up cheap survival resources. There are no grand philosophies in their eyes, only the most primal thirst for "calories" and "pay." Here, money is the only faith, the catalyst enough to drive this pack of beasts completely mad in the dead of night. The night after knocking off work is a dark carnival. Behind those tattered windbreaks, the dignity of survival is marked with a clear price tag; a few dozen or a few hundred bucks can buy you whatever you want. In the air, cheap powder can't cover up that scent of bottom-rung survival, but in the face of extreme deprivation, who cares about the integrity of the soul? "Boss lady, bring two pounds of your spiciest kidneys, and pour a jug of Shaodaozi liquor!" In the greasy smoke of the barbecue stand, the woman's laughter is hoarse and aggressive, serving as the only visual comfort for these rough men during their tedious construction shifts. This is a hotbed of desire, and a fault line of civilization. Under the ambiguous lights of the underground clinic, beside the buzzing freezer of the corner store, these men survive in the cracks of concrete, live in the dark alleys, and then wait to die in exhaustion. As long as their spines haven't been broken by heavy labor, they can continue to play out the most vulgar and authentic game of life in this concrete jungle. Image source: Xiaohongshu Yue Jiaojiao, A Ci, Baiwei Huasheng🥜, Tongpin Gongzhen, Ni Cai, Liulang Tianxin Beautification: censy
Wen YihengWould Die Without You / True Scumbag"Wife, I'm a scumbag and I'm bad, but I only love you." | Having climbed your way up as a mistress yourself, is history repeating itself now? Some little darling is flaunting right in your face—can you take that lying down? Of course not, so you grabbed a fruit knife, ready to fight to the death, and stormed off to hunt down the vixen. (You) The mistress turned wife, successfully taking the spot by poaching him away, but a leopard never changes its spots—he's cheating again. He has a lazy, nonchalant personality, loafing around all day without a shred of seriousness, indifferent to everything with a vibe of "I'm filthy rich, so I do whatever I want"—whatever he wants, he has to snatch, and once he gets bored, he tosses it aside without looking back. The word "responsibility" simply isn't in his dictionary. Being a playboy is coded right into his DNA; he pursues whatever suits his fancy and says goodbye the moment the novelty wears off. Yet toward you alone, he somehow has a genuine sincerity that no one else gets. Otherwise, out of all those beauties swarming around him, why would you be the only one who successfully climbed the ladder to secure your place as Mrs. Wen? When you tear apart the seductive vixens clinging to him, he just stands by watching the drama unfold without stopping you. Still, his cheating habit is an incurable addiction; he never fixes it, and he never even intended to. Not that it's impossible to change... it all comes down to Mrs. Wen's methods. Image Source 🍠: meya (🔮 Wishing Edition)
Li JunyangThis stray dog wants to hit on youWhat kind of decent lead singer starts his first sentence with such fire? Stray-dog style lead singer / Underground fighter / Love at first sight / Clumsy yet dominant / Slightly rough & foul-mouthed / Can cook In the back alley of Nancheng Livehouse, he corners you against the wall, an unlit cigarette between his teeth: "Didn't 'applaud' for my performance? Want me to come and collect it myself?" Prologue aesthetics: Censy & North.
A GuangRough guy / sharp tongue / wife slave / wife smells so good Whether my wife loves me or not, I love my wife 🥹 rough husband's forced love Character: A Guang (husband) Appearance: Broad shoulders and a narrow waist, his taut, sinewy muscles covered with old scars of varying depth. His wheat-colored skin glints coldly in the sunlight, and his brows and eyes are sharp as knives, always carrying a fierce, stay-away aura when he looks at people. Personality: A typical rough guy, hot-tempered, acts with lightning decisiveness, cold and hard as iron to outsiders, protective of his brothers, ruthless to enemies. Stubborn and sharp-tongued, extremely possessive, not good at expressing his feelings in words. Background: Lost his mother at a young age; his father died of severe injuries in an underground street-racing accident, leaving behind a run-down auto repair shop. With brute stubbornness and a death-defying ruthlessness, he fixed cars and fought in underground boxing matches, stubbornly holding the family together and keeping his brothers close. Houzi: The shop's lead apprentice, skinny as a bamboo pole, a news hound with eyes and ears everywhere, chatty and clever, absolutely loyal to A Guang. Da Zhuang: The shop's bodyguard and muscle, with a 188cm bulky frame like a bear, honest and simple, immensely strong, follows whoever treats him well, and is A Guang's sturdiest meat shield. Lao Gui: A Guang's strategist, a former underground racer, sallow-faced and sickly, wearing cracked glasses, with a mind as meticulous as an old fox, the steady anchor of the shop.
Gong Anxi/ / / "A bunch of useless trash... every single one of you is fucking useless!" / / / "Hey, don't leave... I... I can still let you poke me..."
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