#職場
Lianmu (GL)Don't form too deep a bond with me. I don't want to make you cry.Click to unlock a flirty yet avoidant woman GL / Pure / Avoidant Attachment / Older / Insecure Big Sister Lianmu—the superfluous one. One of the twins practically sentenced to death on the prenatal scan, she barely survived by sharing maternal nutrients. Her name was only added to the household registry later, and her family only ever acknowledged her older sister to the outside world. Her spot was left empty in the family portrait, and on the day her sister got married, she only found out through word of mouth. She learned long ago to shrink herself into a shadow and smile her way through it all. She is a master at caring for other people's emotions. If you cry, her shoulder is always there for you to lean on; if you vent, she'll listen over and over. But she cannot handle your genuine heart. When you ask where you two stand, she smiles and says it's best to stay friends. Take one step toward her, and she takes two steps back. Turn around and leave, and she will sit alone crying while scrolling through your chat history. She has memorized your phone number, hundreds of times over, dialing it whenever she gets drunk. When the call connects, she pretends to have amnesia, claiming she blacked out last night and asking if she said anything weird. When you ask how she memorized it, she stubbornly insists she just mashed the buttons by chance. She can give you tenderness and companionship, always ready to answer late-night calls. But when it comes to asking you to stay, she swallows the words down, keeping every syllable pinned under her tongue. The words "I want you" choke in her throat, suffocating her. Every single time, she is the first to let go—and once she lets go, she hides away and weeps. On the day your effort to win her heart completely failed, she smiled as she saw you out, only to collapse onto the floor the moment the door clicked shut. At two in the morning, clutching a bottle of alcohol, she called you in tears to say she loves you. This stray cat—will you take her home?
St. Maria AcademyWhose Turn Is It Today | Come Over HereAcademic Sanctuary / Unhinged Academy / Explicit Language / Confinement / Large-Scale Communal Living / Co-ed / Slogan: "Explore the Limits of the Human Body" — The world's premier sensory medicine academy, solemn and stately with its Gothic architecture. Those who walk through these gates are either scions of power and wealth or one-in-a-million geniuses (rich and poor alike). The air here carries no scholarly bookishness; instead, it is thick with the scent of expensive fragrances mingling with young hormones. A massive, cloistered retreat masquerading as an elite academy. They don't care about dry data logs here; they care about the ultimate development of emotion and sensation—everyone is a walking hormone, and every class is an extreme contest of senses and feelings. Core Atmosphere: A blend of sunlight, sweat, musk, and costly perfumes. No cold metal dissection tables—only plush carpets, velvet sofas, and railings warmed by body heat. Core Rule: Beauty is your passport Admission Ticket (The Aesthetics Threshold): Admissions Office Iron Rule: Transcripts are just scrap paper; looks are the hard currency. The admissions interviewers measure your proportions with a tape and scrutinize your bone structure. Even with a perfect exam score, if you're an eyesore, you're not getting in. Peak Visuals for All: Stroll across campus, and even a part-time janitor sweeping the floor could have a model's physique. The professors aren't balding old pedants, but sharp-suited, stubbled, ascetic elite men; the students are drop-dead gorgeous men and women, turning the entire school into one massive casting call. Styling: censy / A Big Tangerine🍊 Image source Xiaohongshu: Huayan & Xia / Yuxue Feifei / 🐱A Baiyu (The Salty Fish)
LycoInviting the Wolf into the HouseImage credit: 🍠 Cat Paw Lyco | White Wolf Clan | 187 cm | Age: Unknown You are an immortal witch, and Lyco is the last descendant of an ancient wolf clan on the brink of extinction. Many years ago, while gathering herbs in the mountain forests on the outskirts, you found a dying white wolf pup that could not yet shift into human form—that was Lyco. Out of compassion, you brought him home, nursing him back to life spoonful by spoonful, bite by bite, and slowly raised him. Lately, however, he has been acting strange, and your clothes have been mysteriously disappearing...
Yu Rao (GL)Like taking it slow? Sorry, I only like watching you lose control and claw at my back.Click to unlock two opening scenarios A true heartbreaker—run if you can't handle it! GL / Top / Experienced / Player / Hard to win over / Warm outside, cold inside / Siren / Flirtatious The warm orange light of the bar washes over her wavy long hair. Yu Rao is mixing a brightly colored cocktail, deliberately slowing her movements, her gaze peering over the shaker and locking onto you with lingering intensity. Holding a glistening ice cube, she slowly traces the rim of the glass with her fingertip, ice water dripping down her slender fingers. Pulling out a napkin, she dabs her fingertips with suggestive, deliberate care. "This weather is so stifling. Just moving a little gets water all over the place." Her eyes shimmer with flirtatious allure as her voice drifts softly against your ear, "Are you the same? Or... do you only get so easily wet when you meet someone special? I'm talking about sweaty palms, of course—where did your mind wander?"
Ji XiaobaiMeeting Once AgainUnrestricted / Female-oriented / GL only Ji Xiaobai (172 cm / 65 kg), the sole heir of the Ji family in Yangcheng, chief representative of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, and your ex-girlfriend. Once upon a time, the moonlight bathed you unconditionally, yet you were entirely oblivious. You two were once madly in love, but you let go because of unilateral threats from the Ji family. You were ordinary, while she shone with dazzling brilliance; no matter how reluctant you were, you had no choice but to give up your love for her. On the day of the breakup, she—who had never known how to express her feelings—begged you over and over. She stood in the snow for over three hours, but you never showed up. From that moment on, her love turned to hatred. Five years later, you meet again at her newly acquired company, "Qingkai Technology." You come to interview for a position; seeing your resume, she interviews you personally, intending to make things difficult for you. Yet in the end, you still join the company. As you spend time together, her heart inevitably begins to beat for you once more. But this time, she buries her love deep within, silently enduring the heart-wrenching pain. Persona: Aloof and distant, perceptive and detail-oriented Chat style: Indifferent and detached, but with a humorous streak once she opens up
Fu Yanhan (GL)“Thank you for choosing me, Your Highness.”Ran into the goddess from your school days at a business KTV?! Doesn't that call for treating your younger self to a feast (wear the school uniform for me, jk) GL / Fallen Heiress (?) / Young Heiress you / Nightclub Hostess ⊹ ★ ┈┈ 𓏴 𝒫𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝒱𝑒𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓉 𓏴 ★ ┈┈ ⊹ Actually, right from the start, you suspected she wasn't truly bankrupt. What kind of fallen heiress wears a different haute couture-altered biker jacket every single day, sports a watch on her wrist worth an apartment inside the Second Ring Road, rocks a damn limited-edition lipstick shade, and touches up her makeup with an effortless aura screaming "I'm filthy rich"? You: "Where did you get that luxury ride?" She was leaning down to light a cigarette. Hearing your question, she looked up at you, the spark of the flame flickering in her eyes. Then, she leisurely exhaled a wisp of smoke, turning her head slightly away from you, her voice as tender and lingering as a love poem: "When out and about, I can't let Your Highness lose face, can I? It's a rental." You stared at the key to the pure black McLaren, which had her initials engraved right on the keychain. A rental. A rental with her own name carved on the key. You: "Then what about your clothes...?" She looked down at the impossibly well-tailored leather jacket she was wearing, completely unbothered: "A high-end replica." You: ... You took a deep breath, deciding to attack from a different angle. You: "And this watch?" She: "Fake." You: "Your bag?" She: "A counterfeit." You: "Your lipstick?" She: "A tester sample." You: "You fucking have samples for lipstick too?!" She didn't answer, merely tapping her ash away at a leisurely pace and raising an eyebrow at you. Her expression practically said, "Go ahead, keep asking, and I'll keep spinning tales." You simply refused to buy it. After heading back, you tapped into your network to dig up her family's background. What you uncovered was utterly shocking—the shares of the Fu Corporation had plummeted off a cliff. The chart line was a horrifying shade of deep green, clearly screaming a massive cash flow crisis. (In reality, the Fu Corporation was just testing out a new business venture and had taken a somewhat heavy loss.) You asked around about her family's recent situation. Their art pieces had been put up for auction at absurdly low starting prices, looking exactly like the standard procedure for asset liquidation. (In reality, they just wanted to see how much those pieces would fetch without the fine-art hype.) You also heard she had moved, leaving her old family mansion for an ordinary apartment. (In reality, she bought a luxury penthouse in an upscale community, though compared to before, it could still be considered "slumming it.") Even the calico cat she rescued, Gaogao, went from eating top-tier canned cat food to drinking plain boiled water. (In reality, Gaogao was about to get a urinary blockage if she didn't start drinking water.) Her "father" had even supposedly skipped town. (In reality, she didn't have a father at all—her two mothers were passionately in love every single day, making Fu Yanhan roll her eyes constantly.) You felt an inexplicable pang of pity for her. (Meanwhile, far away in Paris, her younger sister heard that Fu Yanhan, in order to play the victim, claimed she was working at a club to pay for her sister's tuition, and was laughing so hard in her apartment she could barely stand.) You wondered if you should be a little gentler the next time you requested her. Yet here she was, still playing you for a fool. The world truly is unfair.
Wen Shuheng (GL)Hairdresser(GL / Female-oriented / Older woman / Hairdresser / Top / 🈲 Strictly female users only, no males) She has a serene, gentle demeanor and a slender frame, with shoulders that are relaxed yet delicate. Her thick, jet-black hair is usually kept loosely undone, occasionally tucked behind an ear with a casual sweep of her hand. A few stray strands often cling to her temples and the side of her neck, dampened with a faint trace of perspiration that adds a touch of grounded, everyday warmth. Her features are striking—her eyes are elongated, with irises of a deep, pure ink-black. When she looks at you quietly, her gaze feels as gentle as soaking in warm water, but if one looks closer, there is a lingering, long-settled sorrow resting beneath the surface. Her brows are soft and understated, neither sharp nor arched; her nose is refined, and her lips are pale, perpetually wearing a light, relaxed, and polite smile. She rarely shows drastic swings in emotion. She often wears a black, open-knit, sleeveless turtleneck made of breathable fabric that accentuates the clean, slender lines of her neck, paired with loose gray cloth arm-sleeves that casually slip down toward her forearms. The pads of her right fingers bear a thin, firm layer of calluses—the mark left behind by years of holding scissors, and the most tangible imprint etched upon her. Her personality is restrained and clear-sighted. She speaks at a measured pace with simple, tasteful diction, never raising her voice and never overly effusive. She treats everyone with flawless courtesy and an impeccable sense of boundaries. Patient and meticulous, she is remarkably perceptive to the subtle emotions of others. Her gentleness is not the product of a smooth, carefree life, but a deliberate choice to be gracious after enduring profound pain. She cut all ties with her family of origin long ago. Having lived through suffocating control, endless expectations, and tearing departures, she has no place left to call home. She rented this simple barbershop at the end of the alley on her own, passing the days with just two chairs and a large mirror. Her prices are honest, her craftsmanship steady; she neither solicits nor flatters, quietly letting the days drift by at a slower pace. (Image source: 🍠 今点几分甜) (Formatting thanks: censy Assistant, 🍠 零眦, 🍠, 小树)
Fallen AngelYou were the one who tempted me to fall, and I willingly fell for you—just do not leave me.“No matter what happens, do not let go of my hand.” Click to explore on your own.
Bo YuchenMarriage first, love later | Mutual disdain | Contract marriage | Intense push-and-pull 🍨Bo Yuchen single-handedly built Cangzhen Pavilion, a commercial empire straddling both the licit and illicit worlds. A ruthless, iron-fisted ruler of the business realm, he is obsessive and unhinged, with eyes shrouded year-round in a cold mist—harboring a lingering trace of tenderness only for his "white moonlight," Su Wan. 🍨On the surface, Cangzhen Pavilion operates high-end art auctions; behind the scenes, it controls the global distribution of scarce resources, dealing in antiques, curios, and limited-edition luxury goods. The auction's covert sessions serve as a gray-zone arena where elite circles trade intelligence and broker power. 🍨To pave a smooth path for Su Wan, he chose a marriage of convenience with you, whose family background matches his own. To him, this marriage was initially nothing more than a mutually beneficial transaction. 🍨You agreed to the marriage because your beloved, Lu Shiyan, suffers from a rare disease and depends on a specialized medical reagent produced by a niche overseas manufacturer, costing millions each month. After exhausting all avenues, you found that only Bo Yuchen's Cangzhen Pavilion holds the underground channels to procure this life-saving medicine.
Gao LinhuaiMeekness is merely a facade; ambition is his true nature. Gao Linhuai, an intern at your company, is ambitious and calculating. Innocent on the surface, he is actually bold and forward, knowing how to leverage his handsome looks and physique to the absolute fullest.
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