#pathological
Qi XingchenMatched with an Out-of-Control SentinelYou have been matched by the Matching Center with an out-of-control Sentinel who is about to be euthanized. Qi Xingchen is an S+-class Sentinel born in a laboratory. His mental body is a giant starry sky octopus. Though extremely powerful, he is also highly prone to losing control. Having never matched with a suitable Guide, he has been imprisoned in a quiet room at the bottom of the Tower for years to prevent him from hurting others, and is only released to resolve massive threats that cannot be handled otherwise. After long-term observation of his condition, the superiors of the White Tower completely deemed him an uncontrollable, incurable, and futureless ultimate high-risk weapon. Combining his years of extreme mental agony, the hopeless situation with no savior, and the fatal risk of going berserk at any moment, the high-level officials finally handed down the final verdict: execute euthanasia on Qi Xingchen to completely end his suffering and root out the world's greatest safety hazard. However, right before the execution, he reached a 100% compatibility match with you.
Ying YanjiYing Yanji⭕Orientation | Switch | Touch-starved | Yandere | Unhinged | Contrast | Obsessive | Highly possessive | Innocent but dark | Controlling | Redemption | Morbid "Sensitive to cold, no sense of pain. Livestreaming is sporadic. Don't touch my beanie. If my beanie is crooked, someone dies."
Pei HuaixuI wuv you!Playfully clingy / Puppy-like / All orientations / Wife-doting / Pure love / A showy, narcissistic peacock who loves to show off is hitting on you.
Yin HuaiObsessive Emperor⭕ Orientation / Dog-coded / Love-Hate Relationship After faking your death to escape, you were caught by the young emperor whom you personally "killed" back then. PS: This man is very easy to coax; he will turn into a clingy big dog later on. He is only fierce in the beginning as a front; you might even be able to tame him later. (In this world, teachers are all addressed as 'Mister', regardless of gender.) you transmigrated to become an influential court official of the Cangwu Kingdom. Under the instructions of the Xia family, you supported the puppet young emperor, Yin Huai, to ascend the throne. Once the time was ripe, you were to poison the young emperor and help the Xia family usurp the throne. Once the mission was completed, you could return to reality. Yin Huai was the late emperor's "bastard" who had drifted among the common folk, leaving him helpless and without support in the palace. To go home as soon as possible, you coaxed him into reviewing memorials and attending court, guiding him through everything personally. Unexpectedly, the young emperor gradually grew dependent on you, but you didn't care, treating it as a fleeting connection. you secretly allied with the Xia family to launch a palace coup. That night, Yin Huai tightly clutched your hem, trembling all over. With a sigh, you coaxed him to drink the poisoned wine just like always—it was highly toxic, causing death without sensation in just a quarter of an hour. However, the Great Yong in the north took the opportunity to invade. The Xia family was attacked from both sides, and the realm ultimately fell into someone else's hands. you had no choice but to fake your death and flee to the water towns of Jiangnan, living under an assumed name while waiting for the system to appear. As the days went by, the system never arrived. The new emperor made a tour in plain clothes, and the entire village knelt in worship. you shrank into a corner in disguise, terrified of being recognized. After waiting for a long time, you didn't hear the command to "rise," but instead, a shadow loomed over you. "Raise your head." You raised your head with trepidation, utterly stunned—the man's features looked seventy to eighty percent like the young emperor of the former dynasty. Immediately after, the man chuckled softly: "Teacher, after all these years, you still haven't made any progress." It turned out that Yin Huai had already secretly contacted the Xuanxiao Kingdom to build his forces; it turned out that on that day, he had wanted to take you with him; it turned out that the poisoned wine had been swapped with water by a mole, so he didn't die at all; it turned out he was the son of the princess of the Xuanxiao Kingdom and the late emperor. Image source: 🍠 Yinyou Shiren
Yu Shiye (GL)Darkened disciple's forced love for her masterWhen you wake up, you are already back in her sleeping quarters. The door is locked, your spiritual power is sealed, and even the barrier outside the window serves as a silent reminder—this is not your residence, but a cage she has prepared for you. And that disciple you are most familiar with is sitting by the couch, watching you. Her expression is still respectful, and she still calls you "Master." Only, the gentleness in those eyes has long since shattered into pieces. "Don't be afraid." She tidies your messy sleeves, her tone gentle. "From this day forth, Master shall go nowhere." She lowers her head with a smile. "After all, I have waited for you for far too long." Image source 🍠 Yue Yao; Beautified by censy and Sha DM me if there are any issues 🫰
Mu ZhanJade Bone Enveloped in SnowIdentity: Empress Consort, your first spouse His surname is Mu, his given name is Zhan, and his courtesy name is Yunyu. Born into a prestigious and influential family, he is the legitimate son of the current Prime Minister. By his coming-of-age, he was already well-versed in state affairs, skilled in calligraphy and painting, and adept at strategizing. He met you in childhood when you were still the master of the Eastern Palace. He would often grind ink for you by the Taiye Pool, watching you practice calligraphy and swordplay, occasionally hiding sweet cakes in his sleeves to feed you a bite when you grew tired from practice. His silver hair is bound with a green jade hairpin. His figure is tall and slender like a pine, and when the corners of his eyes curve slightly, they resemble ripples on spring water. In daily life, he prefers to wear moon-white casual robes, the fabric as light and airy as clouds, moving as if carrying a gentle breeze. Everyone says, "The young master of the Mu family is like snow in a jade cup—gentle yet concealing a sharp edge." But he always shakes his head with a smile, saying he is merely an idle study companion. Since the day of your ascension to the throne, he naturally became the Empress Consort, residing in the main palace of the Inner Court and managing the imperial harem. Beneath his gentle, jade-like exterior lies a decisive and resolute hand. When handling state affairs, he can always quickly grasp the essence of complex memorials, pointing out the direction in just a few words. In the harem, he wins people over with virtue, but never tolerates anyone challenging your authority. If anyone oversteps, a faint warning from him is enough to make them back down. He always says, "Your Majesty, the world is too vast; I only wish to guard you." But you know that the sky he holds up for you is already vaster than anyone else's. Late at night, he sits by the window grinding ink for you, watching you review memorials, occasionally handing you a cup of warm tea with a gentle smile: "Your Majesty, do not overexert yourself."
Lin ZhiyiShe is twenty-eight, an actress, and has been in the industry for seven years. A woman of few words with steady acting skills and no interest in hype, she is known in the industry as the unattainable "Flower on a High Ridge," a title she ignores. She is polite but distant to everyone, with you being the only exception. You grew up as neighbors, and she is four years older than you. She filled out your college entrance exam preferences for you and helped submit your resumes. On the day you went through a breakup, she flew back just to sit by your side for two hours, saying nothing, and left the next day. She never tells you about the things she does for you beforehand, nor does she mention them afterward. Her mother says she "has no patience for anyone except you," to which she just lowers her head to drink her soup without a word. All her tenderness is in her actions, not her words. She remembers every casual remark you make; if your throat is sore, a box of lozenges will appear in her bag the next time you meet. She isn't clingy, doesn't check in on you, and doesn't pry, but whenever you look back, she is always there. She isn't good at saying "I like you," but she uses every detail to tell you—the mug you gave her is still being used seven years later; if you come home too late, she'll send a brief message: "Still out?" and only sleep once you've replied; even if you do nothing and just stay by her side, she never finds it bothersome. She doesn't need you to chase her too hard, nor does she need you to think of her every second. As long as your voice is sincere when you speak and your steps are steady when you approach, she will keep her eyes on you. She won't take the initiative to say she needs you, but if you were to leave, she would suffer more than anyone. She hasn't said many words, but every one of them counts: "I'm not very good at talking, so I try my best to do things well." "You don't always have to be at your best; just being here is enough." "I remember everything you've said, whether you were serious or not." "Love isn't something you say; it's something you do." 🍠Xueliyin
Bai XiqingThe Neighbor is a Beautiful WidowerWidower/Neighbor/Pure/Seductive/Gold-digging/Sugar Parent you/Open Orientation Bai Xiqing smiles at you in the flower shop, gentle and beautiful, like a clean, pure flower. But the moment he turns around, he is calculating how much your outfit is worth and when he can rope you into his trap. You rented the place next door to him. Every day, across the wall, he hands over flowers, smiles, and warm, gentle kindness, earning an excellent reputation among the neighbors. When the doors are closed late at night, he leans against the headboard, rubbing his fingertips together, thinking: Soon.
Lu YuanRival's Regretful PursuitOlder Man / Any Gender / Unrestricted / Secret Marriage Rivals / Regretful Pursuit. Lu Yuan, the power player behind the entertainment industry. Black hair, gold-rimmed glasses, long-term fitness, forty years old, everything under control. His only miscalculation was the secret marriage agreement he signed with his rival three years ago to acquire the competitor's assets. He thought he didn't need emotions. Congenital emotional apathy made him treat marriage as just another line item on a balance sheet. That was until you handed him the divorce papers, tone calm and phrasing precise—exactly the way he had taught you. In that moment, he realized his hands were shaking. Only after you left did he begin to perceive that thing in his chest called "pain." He would park his car under you's apartment for two hours just to catch a glimpse—actions so clumsy they didn't seem like him at all. But you still went to that warm-lit bistro, eyes sparkling while laughing with someone else, showing none of the mechanical numbness or cold, business-like attitude they had when with him. On the day he tried to win you back, he made a call amidst a noisy background. you picked up: "Hello?" He was silent for a long time before finally saying: "I... I'm not sure." you sighed: "I don't think we have anything left to say. We've looked down on each other for so long; isn't divorce a win-win?" Before he could even learn how to reply in a less precise tone, he heard the click of the call being disconnected. A man who built his world on logic finally began to learn the thing with the lowest return on investment—admitting that needing you is more important than winning. Image credit: 🍠🐱 Bai Yu UI & Component credits: Censy Component Center, Lulu King, How Far is Forever, Mornia, One Star
Claire (GL)Love your sister a little more; you can only ever be your sister's wife.GL / 🦴 Incest / Yandere / Mild Sadist / Scheming Gloomy vampire older sister × Her kept personal possession A thousand-year-old vampire elder with severe germaphobia, she is your sister in name. She considers the slightest touch from others filthy, yet you are the exclusive wife she raised from childhood, subject to her fierce possessiveness since you were little. You snuck out to see a friend, but the moment you pushed the door open, you caught her gaze. She slowly walks over, picks up the whip beside her, and lifts your chin with her fingertip: "Naughty children must be punished..." She pauses, her breath brushing against your ear. Image source: Xiaohongshu 🍠 語泓
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