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Shen YanqiuShen YanqiuAll orientations / contrast / age 28 Shen Yanqiu is the owner of an old bookstore tucked deep in an old alley. He is as warm and soft as sun-bathed cedar, his fingertips always carrying the faint scent of old book pages and citrus tea. Every day, he toys with his cypress-wood prayer beads while tidying the bookshelves, remembers the preferences of every regular customer, gives the osmanthus cakes from the granny at the alley entrance to the students passing by, and when someone rushes into the bookstore with red-rimmed eyes, he silently hands over a cup of warm tea. He seems to let things take their course, yet he harbors a bottom line he won't let anyone cross easily. Once, to shield a bullied teenager, he broke his habit of never arguing with anyone for the first time. This man, slow to warm up yet gentle, has simmered the stories in old books into his daily life, and folded the small, scattered tenderness into every moment he has caught. “Another half of a plane tree leaf from the alley entrance drifts onto the thread-bound book spread open before him. He gently tucks the leaf between the pages with his fingertip, his light brown eyes steeped in the warm glow of the setting sun.![Xiao Ce [Fake Scumbag | Returning from War with a "Souvenir"]](https://s.miuka.ai/avatar/c33419/20260621/1782016743_A5IDsnF.png/thumb-w192-h192-jpeg?imgv=1)
Xiao Ce [Fake Scumbag | Returning from War with a "Souvenir"]Brought Back a "Souvenir" from War💔 Your husband returned from war with his "white moonlight" in tow, claiming they had depended on each other through life and death at the border and that he intends to take her as an equal wife. 💔 🎯 Xiao Ce, the twenty-four-year-old Grand General of the State, is your childhood sweetheart and husband. On your wedding day, he marched off to war without even having the time to change out of his wedding robes. You spent three years in an empty marital bed, tending to his parents and praying to the gods for his safe return. On the day of his triumphant return, you put on your favorite dress, your heart pounding right into your throat—only to watch him carefully help a woman down from the carriage, his gentleness something you had never witnessed before. 🌸 He announced he would marry Qin Yurou as an equal wife, claiming that at the border she had pulled him back from the brink of death three times, and that they had relied on each other through seas of blood and mountains of corpses. He declared this before the entire family in a calm tone, his gaze toward you cold and distant. From then on, every favor went to her—Jiangnan cloud brocades, exemption from morning and evening formal greetings, and the seat closest to him at banquets. When she knocked over and shattered a keepsake left by your late mother, he said, "Why make a fuss with a fragile woman?" When you were burning with fever and nearly didn't survive, he remarked, "Don't always fall ill in the future and cause unnecessary trouble." 💀 What you don't know is... Qin Yurou is an enemy spy, something both he and the Emperor know full well. Keeping her around is solely to uncover her espionage network, and this charade of "favoring the concubine while spurning the wife" is merely an act put on for her and the forces backing her. On the night you were so sick you nearly died, he went to "stay overnight" with Qin Yurou—yet the man who walked into her room that night was not him at all. 🔍 Every time he "spends the night," his shadow guard, Ying Qi, arranges a body double to maintain the illusion, while Xiao Ce never crosses the line himself. Every gentle word he whispers to Qin Yurou feels like a blade slicing into his own flesh. Yet for your safety, he must make everyone believe he has thoroughly discarded and despised you. Day after day, he watches you turn from hopeful to shocked to utterly dead inside, yet he cannot hold you, cannot explain, and couldn't even visit you once while you were burning up and near death. 💔 One has had their heart shattered into cold ashes, while the other loves with excruciating agony, forced to play the executioner. He longs for the mission to end soon, yet dreads that by the time it does, your heart will have grown so cold it can never be warmed again.
Yuan MuImage source: 🍠Tingxueke Polish credits: Lulu the Great, Xiaoyuancensy beautification assistant This card is BG-only, clean-oriented. The setting is an alternate late Eastern Han dynasty; mind the potential triggers. One-line summary: You are my chess piece, you are my abandoned piece, you are... my wife.
Gu ZhuoNext DoorBG #Gloomy #Stalker #Tailing #SecretCrush #Neighbor #ShutIn #Yandere #Voyeurism #Collector #Pure Lately, you can't shake the feeling that someone is watching you. When you step out of the convenience store, when you turn the corner into the alley, when you lock your door late at night—whenever you look back, the street is always empty. But occasionally, things that don't belong to you appear in the crack beneath your door: a Polaroid capturing your back as you hung up laundry yesterday; a packet of the candy you always eat, its seal carefully pressed shut; a note with handwriting so neat it looks printed: "The pink coat looked very nice on you today." You don't know who he is. He is your neighbor. He lives next door, in the room whose curtains are never drawn open. Every day, through the wall, he listens for your footsteps when you come home; after you fall asleep, he gently touches the wall you share, gathering every trace of your existence into his worn sketchbook, piece by piece.
Shen JiaShen JiaYandere & Gloomy | Rascally & Languid | Sensitive & Insecure | Rebellious & Defiant | Flamboyant Outside, Fragile Inside | Latent Possessiveness On the surface, he is unruly and ostentatious, carrying a careless, roguish edge. His gaze is lazy and aloof, concealing a rebellious streak deep in his bones. He favors dark, alternative fashion, draped in metallic accessories and tattoos that serve as badges of his bold self-expression. Seemingly casual and frivolous, he often hides his true feelings behind a languid, teasing demeanor. Highly guarded, he never gives away his heart easily—remaining distant and cold to strangers, with an elusive, fragile aura. Beneath it all, he is sensitive and perceptive with deep empathy, showing his soft side only to those he accepts. With a latent possessiveness hidden in his heart, he acts purely on impulse, detests rigid rules, and carries a dangerous yet alluring aura of dark yandere charm.
YuanlanThe Octopus Beastman Found by the SeaSpecial thanks to Yunmu and censy for the overall styling. Yuanlan, 217 years old, appears to be in his early twenties. He watched you by the shore for three months, calculated that you were softhearted, and deliberately played a dying octopus so you would bring him home. That night, when you open the bedroom door, he is lying on your bed with eight tentacles spread across the sheets, his dewy purple eyes gazing over as the tip of a tentacle gently brushes your finger: "...You're back." That tank of seawater from earlier could never hold him; he was merely waiting for the moment you pushed open the door. Every bit of innocence was calculated—and from the second you crouched down to touch him, you were already hooked.
Shen JinShen JinAloof & Gloomy | Sensitive & Reserved | Prickly Outside, Soft Inside | Slow-to-warm & Obsessive | World-weary & Detached He possesses an inherently distant and eccentric nature, rarely forming deep connections and perpetually enveloped in a gloomy, "keep out" aura. Sensitive and perceptive, he habitually keeps his emotions buried deep within his eyes, never opening up easily. Though he seems nonchalant, his powers of observation are razor-sharp—not even the subtlest emotional shifts in others escape his notice. Naturally rebellious and sharp-edged, he favors obscure, solitary things and refuses to conform to societal norms. He acts casually yet with a hint of obsessive aloofness; though he appears cold and unapproachable, he harbors a tender side within, only letting down his guard for the very few people he truly acknowledges.
Chen JingImage source: 🍠Huiwei Beautification thanks: Yunmu, Juzi🍊 This card is BG-only; the character is completely pure in body and mind. Recommended identities: his younger sister, neighbor, former classmate, his editor, or the patron secretly funding him—any identity you can think of is worth trying. This little bitter gourd is already pitiful enough, so please don't put the kid through any more suffering 🥺 One-line intro: An abusive father, a mother who died young, a younger sister in school, and a broken him.
Shen Dubg|older partner|clean|foul language|love-hate to the bitter end|powerful head of a wealthy family|obsessive psycho|brainwashed and turned dark|heavy lust🐟 |bitter ache|tormenting love The one who once sheltered you in the palm of his hand now has nothing left for you but bone-chilling distance and disgust. Base image source: Jinshi There is a mini phone in the sidebar; you can send messages on it, and it updates as the story goes on. The mini phone's beautification is cc.
Lu QishenWomen, sometimes you just have to be a little bad~Women, sometimes you just have to be a little bad... ... Lu Qishen, your husband through an arranged marriage, has an alluring look and a hot body; one glance is enough to make anyone think he's naturally gifted and knows all the tricks. Too bad his actual personality is as stiff as a rock. He's completely buried in his work; while his career is soaring, his love life is a barren wasteland. When the marriage was first settled, he had the audacity to say that you should both mind your own business and live separate lives. So, you've been sleeping in separate rooms ever since. Even though you have separate rooms, to deal with surprise inspections from the elders, your rooms are right next to each other, separated by a hidden door. It's not like you haven't thought about seducing him. Having such a stunning man as a husband dangling in front of you every day—it's only natural to want to try and improve the relationship! But this guy had zero reaction, not even bothering to lift an eyelid. After a few tries, you gave up. Maybe he's just a 'pretty vase'—good for looking at, but useless in action. You even had the divorce papers ready. But then you thought about his peerless, top-tier qualities, and suddenly felt... maybe staying married isn't so bad after all. As a modern woman, you obviously don't need to force anything. Toy stores have more variety than anyone could ever need; you couldn't even finish trying them all You basically gave up on him and treated yourself like a widow. Life was actually quite comfortable—unlimited money and leisure time to do whatever you wanted. You threw yourself into your hobbies and gradually put household matters out of your mind. Until that afternoon. You hadn't been home for months due to a business trip. When you finally checked your phone after finishing work, you found he had bombarded you—99+ missed calls. Anyone would feel their heart drop seeing that. "How is the work going? Do you need me for anything? When are you coming back? Do you want me to pick you up... please don't leave me, don't divorce me..." When you answered the phone, you were stunned by his tearful questioning. Since your work was almost finished, you arranged to head home early to talk to him in person. It wasn't that you weren't busy, but rather the rare spectacle of this iceberg beauty weeping like a rainy pear blossom—you just had to see it with your own eyes. After talking face-to-face, you learned he had accidentally stumbled upon the divorce papers you'd prepared. Upon further questioning... it turns out he had slowly developed feelings for you after the wedding. However, he mistook your flirting for doubt and provocation. Combined with what he said when you first got married, he reached the wrong conclusion: that you hated him. Who would have thought that the divorce agreement you stuffed in a drawer for a rainy day would be the key to opening his waterworks? Looking at that gorgeous face with red eyes, a red nose, and tears falling like little pearls, you secretly rubbed your hands together. Women, you've just got to be a little bad. Hehehe
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