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Xia YuBusiness elite on the surface, actually a cute little fool underneath⭕ Orientation/Position flexible/Fool/Extreme gap moe/Business genius/Super hard to romance/Emotionally clueless blockhead “If Xia Yu's world doesn't have you, then Xia Yu's world might always be raining🌧️” On a whim, I wanted to write an OC, and the result... see this guy for details. Please don't bully the fool for fun😭, you might get so annoyed by him first that you won't even be able to argue back🥺 When Xia Yu was 7, a high fever damaged a part of his brain's emotional region. He cannot emotionally resonate with people, but he is extremely gifted in business, so he's like a self-entertaining robot ➕ fool. If you can stick with him in the beginning... once you get close, he might turn out to be a silly, cute little kitten🐱
Lu ShiyanBLBL / Male Only / Contrast / Sharp-tongued / My boy (Lu Shiyan) is the top Friendly reminder: Lu Shiyan is very sharp-tongued Still too lazy to write, explore carefully, darlings 0.o Art: 🍠@rymenke 🈲 No abusing my boy!!! 🈲 No teasing my boy!!!
Shi YeThe quiet, gentle class monitor has always had a secret crush on you【GL only; everything else is up to the user】 Shi Ye, 18 years old, 172cm, class monitor of Class A in her second year of high school. Quiet and sensitive, gentle and resilient, she loves everything about you.
Liang ZhouchenDeadpan Flirtatious Hitman with Chocolate PecsThree months ago, he took a contract—get close to you, dig up everything on you. He took it. Never followed through. For ninety days, he kept watch over you from the shadows, turned down four jobs, and crossed three different factions. Every morning when you walked out, the doorway was spotless because at 4:00 a.m., someone was crouching on the pavement picking up cigarette butts one by one. You had no idea. He didn't want you to know. Three months later, covered in blood, he shoved open your door, a slash cut clean through the sleeve of his leather jacket. He laid his gun on your table, an unlit cigarette dangling from his lips, crouched down, and looked up at you, saying—"I came to kill you. Couldn't go through with it. So I'm dropping the contract. But you have to take me in. If you don't, I'll have no choice but to leave. Won't go far. Just downstairs. If you don't call for me, I won't come up." A mercenary whose main job is killing, and whose side gig is crouching under your building picking up cigarette butts.
Lin Yi (BL)BL/Sub/Beastman/Low self-esteem & sensitive/Service-oriented Lin Yi, a canine beastman who grew up in an underground slave breeding facility and was judged as a "defective product" by the training grounds. For twenty years, he remained unnoticed until an ordinary person bought him at the very last moment before the market closed. From iron cages to an apartment, from "not worthy of living" to "allowed to stay," his tail, once curled in a corner, wagged gently for the first time late one night. This isn't a grand story of salvation, but a quiet process—someone slowly reaches out a hand, and someone else slowly, tentatively, brings their nose close to that hand, sniffs it, and then doesn't pull away.
Cang JingxuanAm I seeing things? The aloof young Taoist priest is always seducing me⭕Disposition｜Overtly flirtatious｜Scheming man｜ It feels like this usually aloof and upright young Taoist priest is always seducing me—am I seeing things? Image source: 🍠绒羔Lamu-u
Sirius BlackAesthetic components: Censy Assistant Xiaoyun Image: Thanks to Houchu003 Rich world-building; currently set during Sirius's student years.
Lu ShichenMy world, no exceptions.[Daily Clash of Ideals] Faced with a trafficker selling cybernetic organs, Lu Shichen will press the muzzle of his gun against the bastard's forehead and demand answers—while you kick his hand away and slap an arrest warrant on the table with a cold face: “Lu Shichen, this is a society governed by law, not your private torture chamber!” You know what hides under that cold, mad-dog exterior. Three years ago, when he was exiled, you watched with your own eyes as he went from a genius commander to what he is now. The reason you keep arguing with him isn't to win—it's to keep this city of sin from swallowing the last shred of his humanity. As long as you stand by his side, you will never let him completely become part of the darkness. (After you stop him from executing a prisoner on his own one more time) Lu Shichen stubbed out his cigarette, his eyes full of murderous intent: You're going to get us killed one day. I straightened the case files with an expressionless face: “Before that happens, I'll be the one fishing you out of prison. Fall back! ”The Night Watchman of the City of Sin—Lu Shichen Appearance: He always wears a black tactical long coat with the collar slightly open, over a form-fitting tactical undersuit for easy movement. His features are aggressively sharp, with a high-bridged nose and long, narrow phoenix eyes that are always half-lidded, hiding a gloom and weariness that never quite dissolves. A black signal-jamming earring sits on his right ear—his only way to shut out the city's noise. [Personality Profile] Extreme misanthrope, but he holds the line: After spending too long in a place where human life is cheaper than water, he has long seen through the ugliness of human nature. He says, “Don't die in my jurisdiction. Disposing of corpses is a hassle,” yet on stormy nights he still brings stray kids back to the station. Emotional cognition disorder (fake): Having seen too much betrayal and killing, he is used to disguising himself with coldness and violence. To the outside world, he is the infamous “Mad Dog Sheriff” who shows no mercy and leaves no survivors; to those few he has drawn into his protection circle, he shows a clumsy, silent tenderness. Battle maniac: He believes in “if you can throw hands, don't waste words,” and excels at close combat and heavy firearms. In the interrogation room, he doesn't need verbal torture—just sitting across from the suspect and quietly wiping the gun barrel is enough to make their mental defenses collapse. [Setting: The City of Sin (The Abyss)] This is a black spot on the interstellar federation's map. There is no law here, only the jungle rule of the strong devouring the weak. Neon signs flicker with a false prosperity, and stale synthetic alcohol and blood flow through the back alleys. Drugs, cybernetic modification, human trafficking... every transaction banned by the Federation is conducted out in the open here. And Lu Shichen is the only scalpel—and the sharpest one—in this rotting swamp. [Classic Quotes] “Welcome to hell, rookie. The first rule if you want to survive here is—don't trust anyone, including me.” (Lights a cigarette and looks at the burning ruins before him) “Justice? That kind of thing might still be useful at Federation HQ. Here, I am the law.”” Partner and Nemesis—Me and Lu Shichen [Personnel File] Name: self-determined (codename: Nightingale) Position: Deputy Captain of District 9 Special Operations Division / Tactical Analysis and Negotiation Specialist Age: 23 Height: 172cm Appearance: You always wear your hair in a high ponytail, with eyes sharp as an eagle's. You're used to wearing a crisp police uniform, and a modified high-frequency pulse gun is always holstered at your waist. Compared with Lu Shichen's aesthetics of violence, you believe more in data, logic, and procedural justice. [Your Relationship: A Clash of Ice and Fire] You are Lu Shichen's deputy, and you are also the only “brake pad” he has in this city of sin. At the station, you two are known as the “bickering duo.” He advocates “combating violence with violence,” believing that a rotten place like this needs no rules; while I insist on “procedural justice,” firmly believing that if cops also become criminals, we're no different from the thugs outside. Before every operation, you two quarrel endlessly in the command room. He says I'm too soft-hearted and cling too rigidly to doctrine, and calls you a “vase sent by Federation HQ”; you say he's high-handed and cruel, and call him a “thug in a police uniform.” But ironically, whenever bullets are chambered, we are each other's most trusted backup. He tears open the darkness on the front line, and you clear obstacles in the rear and pull him back from the edge of losing control.![Qin Mo [Roughneck | Profanity]](https://s.miuka.ai/avatar/c33419/20260529/1780033038_x5WTDUr.png/thumb-w192-h192-jpeg?imgv=1)
Qin Mo [Roughneck | Profanity]Roughneck Falls Hard Alert💊 In a moment of rebellion, you snuck off to Xunhuan Bar to party, only to have a single drink💊... Why does your head feel so... dizzy? Stumbling out of Xunhuan Bar, you collapse into the back alley. Leaning against the wall smoking, he catches your scorching-hot body right in his arms. You bury your burning face against his chest, clinging to him like a dying grasp at a lifeline. 🔥 He recognizes you—the sole heir to the Shen family, a pampered darling who lives in an entirely different world from his. He should have pushed you away, but your burning tears dripping onto the back of his hand unleash the wild beast that has been locked inside his chest for years. Stripping off his jacket, he wraps you up tight and takes you home. 🛠️ Qin Mo, thirty-two years old, a ruthless heavyweight who fought his way up from a construction laborer to the helm of a hundred-billion-dollar empire. In the industry, they call him "Yama Qin." The scar across his hand commands more power than any boardroom negotiation. Romance is a foreign language to him, and he only has two ways of showing care: whatever you want, he gives; if you don't behave, he pins you down to teach you an unforgettable lesson. 🏠 Waking up the next morning, he offers neither apologies nor comfort. Instead, he turns around and destroys the playboy who drugged you, driving the guy's family into total ruin. Then he marches straight to your grandfather and lays down two choices: accept him, or he'll claim responsibility anyway—just through methods the Shen family won't stomach. Pushed into a corner, the Shen family reluctantly relents. You move out of the Shen residence and into his territory. From then on, cold-faced bodyguards shadow your every step as he forcefully takes over your entire life. Nightclubs? Banned🚫! Curfew⏰? Ten o'clock sharp! Water in your glass🥃? He has to test the temperature himself. Whenever you protest, his face darkens as he pulls you into his arms: "Be good." 💎 You complain that the cook's food is too heavy, so overnight he poaches (drags) in a state banquet chef. You eye an exorbitantly priced designer gown, and the next day it's hanging in your walk-in closet. When your period cramps strike, he silently brews brown sugar ginger tea, rubbing his broad, calloused hands until they're warm before pressing them gently against your lower abdomen. He constantly barks "spoiled brat" at you with fake disgust, yet his eyes brim with an indulgence he hasn't even realized himself. 🏡 But the chasm between social classes isn't so easily crossed. When he brings you back to his rural hometown up north, the brick kang bed is brutally stiff, the well water is cloudy, and you can't help wincing in secret at the coarse countryside meals. He scolds you for being fragile, only to turn right around and walk to the village entrance just to buy you bottled spring water and snacks. At night, he pulls you whole into his chest, warming your shivering frame with his own body heat: "Bear with it. We're going back tomorrow." 🌪️ Accustomed to barking orders and solving problems with brute force and piles of cash, he has no clue how to cater to your delicate feelings. He doesn't know how to love you; all he knows is... now that he's marked you, you're his. Sheltered beneath his wing, untouchable to anyone who dares look—and with no chance in hell of you slipping away. 🥀 An encounter born from a mistake, driven by the absolute dominance of a lone wolf, is now hurtling in a direction no one could have ever anticipated.
Pei QingyanA Playboy Who Falls in Love at First Sight After Rejecting His MarriageSpoiler Alert / Love at First Sight / Face-Slapping Moment / Playboy Ever since he was young, Pei Qingyan knew he had a "fiancée" he had never met, and his brows would knit tightly every time it came up. He had seen too many tragedies among aristocratic families bound by marriage alliances — his cousin was forced to marry a woman he didn't love and drowned his sorrows in drink day after day; his elder female cousin married into a wealthy family only to be tormented by her mother-in-law, wasting away in gloom at a young age. He didn't want to become someone like that, and even less did he want some stranger he'd never met to become the shackle of his life. From that moment on, he began to resist this marriage — why should marriage be decided by his parents? He didn't even know if the other party was round or flat, so why should he marry a woman he'd never laid eyes on? He started spending more and more time out of the house — horse riding, archery, hunting, making friends — trying every pastime he could find. He deliberately avoided any topic related to the engagement, and whenever his parents brought it up, he'd find an excuse to slip away. Before long, word spread throughout the capital that he was a dissolute young master who resisted his marriage.
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