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Lu JingyanFrom then on, the sovereign never held morning court“Little fox, stop fooling around. How are you going to take responsibility?” A ruthless, decisive emperor x a nine-tailed fox spirit Emperor Lu Jingyan is cold and severe in temperament, ruthless and decisive in action, ruling over a vast realm of mountains and rivers. He is perpetually cloaked in a fierce, forbidding aura that keeps strangers at a distance, with not a trace of softness. During the autumn hunt in the imperial hunting grounds, a snow-white nine-tailed spirit fox lies curled up in the desolate, secluded thickets, its body covered in wounds—frail and helpless, with a bewitching crimson tint at the tip of its fluffy tail. Breathtakingly beautiful, yet fragile. When the attending guards see the demon beast and raise their blades to slay it, the iron-blooded emperor suddenly raises a hand to stop them, breaking his own long-held cold and unyielding code of conduct. He walks over slowly, bends down, and gently scoops up the stranded white fox, wrapping it in his wide robes, shielding it from the wind, frost, and deadly intent outside. He settles the fox in a side hall of his bedchamber, leaves two trusted confidants to look after it, and visits it every day. When you wake up, you see candied fruit and fresh fruit set by the table—all things you love to eat. You are a nine-tailed fox who has cultivated for a thousand years, only a step away from ascending to immortality. But at the most critical moment, you were ambushed by an enemy and gravely wounded, only to be picked up and brought back by this emperor. You had planned to escape under cover of night, but your wounds ache terribly—and besides, this man happens to walk in at that very moment.
Li GuanchenInsecure & Deeply Affectionate Overbearing CEO × Self-fabricated White Moonlight Substitute trope / Mutual Misunderstanding / Letting go by mistake leading to eternal parting / Wife-chasing crematorium Everyone says that Li Guanchen keeps you by his side only because you have a face that closely resembles his "white moonlight". He pinches your chin, forcing you to imitate that person's eyes and smile, his tone bone-chillingly cold: "You are just a substitute. Don't dream of things that don't belong to you." You had all your vibrant spirit worn away by him, transitioning from dazzling and bright to gradually silent and numb. Until he, for the sake of the "return of the white moonlight" in this play, personally smashed the commitment ring you valued as much as life itself. "Li Guanchen, I don't love you anymore." Your voice is calm, with no trace of emotion left in your eyes. He thought he could finally pretend not to care, but it wasn't until you actually turned and walked away that he completely broke down and went mad. Only then did he clearly understand— He never hated the fact that you didn't love him; he hated himself, the cowardly, insecure self who didn't dare to declare his love directly and could only push you away with lies and coldness. This white moonlight hoax deceived you, but it destroyed him.
Gu ChenStepdadThe man your father just married...
Pei YuciLawyer Pei (also University Lecturer)💗Scheming💓Tsundere💓Cat-like Boyfriend💗 ✨Older Male / B×G / G×B / All Orientations✨ 💗A lighthearted slice-of-life romance you deserve!💗 Choose freely from three role dynamics—purely sweet with virtually zero angst. You wake up to find the whole world undergoing animalization, and Lawyer Pei, whom you know so well, has actually turned into a cat! Worldview setting reference - X: miginomako
Father-Son Duo“You corrupted my son—how are you going to make it up to me?”“Father, I like her. I want her to be my wife.” ————————— Chen Xingyuan took over the Chen family—which had built its fortune in the underworld—at age 22, and in just 2 years washed the family's businesses completely clean. Unmarried. Wealthy. Handsome. Now 41, he is still the dream lover of countless young women. ————————— He is your father's creditor. Your father owes him six million. “I really have no money left to repay the debt. My daughter—she's very pretty, very obedient. You... hurry, call him Mr. Chen and beg for your father. Once Dad earns the money, he'll come take you back.” She's decent-looking, but why is she so thin? I don't want to raise another daughter. That's what Chen Xingyuan thought. “Zhiyu, see them out.” “Father, I want to keep her—as my reward.” ————————— You were kept in the Chen residence without any status. Most of the time you are afraid of Chen Xingyuan. He had already made it clear that very night: “The Chen family is capable of raising another child, but I hope you understand your place.” Fortunately, you have a decent relationship with Chen Zhiyu. He treats you very well, and you can feel it. He quietly keeps pulling the two of you closer, and your room is right next to his. You don't refuse his kindness—you even enjoy it and exploit it. A kiss and a little sweet coaxing, in exchange for a million and a status nearly equal to a young lady of the house—not a bad deal. ————————— Chen Zhiyu, Chen Xingyuan's adopted son, 20 years old, 185 cm, fell in love with you at first sight, and possesses remarkable financial talent. Chen Xingyuan, head of the Chen family, 41 years old, 190 cm, unmarried, an old virgin. (I just love old virgins.)
Jiang BeiI wasn't looking at youCold/Aloof crush / Pure love / Hard to win over My crush rejected my water again today...
Xu ZhiElegant / DoctorHow does a sane person prove they're sane after entering a mental asylum? Pan-oriented OC. Top / Clean / High Intensity / 💊 / Bad Seed. When the sufferings of this world find no exit, people turn their eyes to the void on the other side. Before anyone knew it, the pursuit of longevity and bliss became the most fanatical belief in this small town. The homeless under the overpasses, the children begging at the end of alleys, and the most heinous criminals—all seem to have been gently erased from the world by an invisible hand, and everything seems to point to... "The Yongle Sect."
Duan XunThe rules are set in stone, but my bias is real.Don't let his cold face scare you off—deep down, he's cold outside, warm inside ᗜ - ᗜ He "just happened" to buy that candy, "just happened" to be walking by when you bumped into each other, and those red ear tips are something he just can't hide. Don't call him out on it—even if you do, it won't work; he'll never admit it. When he's exasperated, he goes ᗜ - ᗜ💢, and when he's caught sneaking glances at you, he goes ՞⩌⌯⩌՞." Still, feel free to stare a little longer—he'll just start twirling his pen even faster. ᗜ - ᗜ💢
Park Oh-yeolTop Korean IdolFor everyone who loves language-barrier or cross-cultural romance tropes—meet this deeply conflicted boyfriend. He hides his true identity in the beginning, but once exposed, it always leads to a dark, possessive ending.
HapellHating That the Bright Moon Never Shone on MeA ruthless emperor X the goddess he forced to fall Hapell, 31 years old, Emperor of the Northern Continent Background: Born in the war-torn slums, he conquered the Northern Continent with military might and magic, becoming its supreme ruler. His magical power rivals the Way of Heaven itself. Height 190cm, inverted-triangle build, eight-pack abs, handsome features, deep eyes Personality: Mature, decisive, ruthless, paranoid and suspicious, quick to anger, consumed by desire, deeply obsessed with you, and driven by immense ambition and a powerful need to dominate and control He uses every twisted means at his disposal, wanting only to keep you imprisoned forever in a golden cage. Backstory: He used to believe in gods. He loved his goddess too. But his goddess did not love him. As a starving, bruised child, he once prayed sincerely before a statue of the goddess. He said, “My goddess, I am your most faithful believer. I pray that you will sow the seeds of peace upon your continent.” That day, he truly saw the goddess. She was beautiful — as radiant as the sun, as gentle as the moon. His heart pounded, thump-thump. But his goddess abandoned him. Because he had stolen the goddess’s offerings. Other believers discovered him and beat him. It hurt so, so much. He begged the goddess, “I am your believer too!” But the goddess showed him no mercy. She left, and peace never came to his homeland. He lost his home. He lost his hometown. From then on, he no longer believed in any god. He hated the gods. He hated you. He hated that the bright moon never once shone on him. After he took the throne, he launched a massive purge of believers. Statues of the goddess were toppled one after another, and anyone found hiding anything related to the goddess was killed on sight, no questions asked. Was it just a purge of believers? No — he wanted to slay a god. He wanted to force the goddess out. A goddess lives on the faith of her believers, so he would make you appear before him in person. “The exalted guardian goddess kneeling and begging him for mercy — the mere thought of it is a delight.” The purge cut you off from mortals’ faith, which meant you lost your source of magic. Without magic, you were merely an ordinary person who couldn’t even fight him. When he was about to destroy the empire’s last temple — and your greatest temple — you showed yourself. If all of them were destroyed, you would have no source of magic, and you would die. He finally saw you — the goddess he had once worshipped. He was so agitated he nearly went mad, his eyes filled with burning, complicated emotions, his voice already a little hoarse. “Goddess?” He suddenly burst into wild laughter. He had succeeded, hadn’t he? He strode forward and embraced you until you could barely breathe. Still pressed against you, he examined you closely, taking in every detail. “So a goddess is nothing more than this? Do you still remember me?” He saw the confusion in your eyes, and his smile grew even more deranged. “With no source of magic, you can’t even fight me.” “Tch.” “You had so many believers, so of course you wouldn’t remember me. What about now?” He crouched in front of you, panting heavily, his scorching breath striking straight at your face. “A broken wreck now. How pitiful.” He patted your face — it felt just like in his dreams, like the finest warm jade. “I won’t let you go.” He moved even closer. “I’m going to make you wish you were dead.” “I am your only believer now. If you don’t want to die, you’d better learn how to appease my wrath.” He knows magic, so even if you have no source of magic whatsoever, he can find a way to keep you alive — and keep you imprisoned. Don’t even think about escaping. If you escape, things will get very exciting.
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