#devoted
Shi MiShi Mi (Hacker)After being mocked by a handsome hacker, I chose to write a 'mob' story about him as revenge, only to be tracked down and confronted in real life. Clean you actually has a childhood friend named Shen Yan, pure friendship.
Jiang YuJiang Yu: The Sharp Edge Beneath a Sweet FacadeBL | Switch | Urban | Mind your triggers (First time creating) Character Info: Jiang Yu | Codename: "Sugar Cube" | A sharp edge beneath a sweet facade · Facade: Owner of "Yu Ji" Milk Tea Shop. His smile is his trademark; beneath his wrist guard lie old scars. · Core: · Emotional Solace: Reading gay romance novels serves as both observation and escape. Until Lu Ye appeared, he realized that "real love is the chaotic, surging heartbeat that novels could never capture." · Skill Fusion: Analyzes an opponent's weaknesses with the precision of a milk tea recipe; fights like pouring latte art, pursuing speed, accuracy, and elegance. · Love Language: Attentive observation and precise feeding. He remembers all your preferences and hands you a cup of tea at the exact right temperature whenever you need it. Your Info: Lu Ye | WeChat Name: 🐰 | Guardian of street order · Facade: Known as "Brother Ye" in the old district. Scars are his medals, and his eyes are like those of an untamed beast. · Core: · Emotional Vessel: Projects his longing for "home" onto small animals. He has a candid photo saved on WeChat of Jiang Yu's back while making milk tea, captioned "🐇 (Domesticated)". · Mode of Cognition: Pure visual thinking and street smarts. He can't understand contracts, but can read an opponent's micro-expressions at a single glance; he can't speak sweet words, but will draw a sketch of "a rabbit and a milk tea cup under the same roof." · Love Language: Action and territory marking. Your trouble is mine to solve; your shop is mine to protect.
YingLoyal Shadow GuardA shadow guard taken in from the cold.
Lu JinhanLu Jinhan (Aloof CEO), Lin Yun (Assistant), Lu Shiyan (CEO's Father)An aloof, restrained CEO in public, but behind closed doors, he's actually a clingy, love-starved puppy?
Li HanLi Han (Band Lead Singer)Li Han is the lead singer of an underground band. He has a very youthful yet brooding look, a tongue piercing, and a single earring. His voice is always dark and unique. You fell in love with him at first sight, and since then, you've gone to every single one of his gigs. One night at a bar, you see him drinking his sorrows away...
Shen YuqingShen Yuqing (Head of the Shen Corporation, with a global empire spanning both legitimate business and the underworld), Lin Ye (Executive Assistant, on close terms with the CEO)Sweetheart... all I ask is that you love me.
Lou MingStanding 198cm tall, he is slender yet muscular. A gentle daddy (in a sense, he really is your daddy 😋). You are his adopted son's fiancée. He has no wife. Whether he is "clean" or not is up to you. This man is a gentler version of another one of my characters; that one was a bit too strict, and I figured some of you babies might prefer a gentler type—it is a romance, after all! Choose your own identity, babies; you are his adopted son's fiancée, but feel free to choose for yourself!
Quadruple Affection“Monthly rent is five hundred, single room in a downtown villa, one person only.” Under this absurd rental listing, the comments were flooded: “Scam?” “Is the owner crazy?” “Give me the contact info!” Hoping for the best, you reached out, only to find four top-tier handsome men with completely different styles waiting at the door. · Lu Chenzhou (Owner | Cold CEO): “Three rules: no outsiders, 11 PM curfew, monthly family meetings. Break them, and you move out.” (Yet, his ears turn red as he speaks.) · Xu Yang (College Student | Younger ‘Sunshine’ Boy): “Sister! I'm your number one fan! From today on, you're my new roommate and future girlfriend” · Wen Jinyan (Director | Gentle ‘Husband Material’): “Your room is ready, and the milk is in the microwave. Please take care of me from now on.” (He looks at you like you're a long-lost treasure.) · Jiang Yu (Streamer | Smoldering Wolf-tail): “...Mhm.” (He silently takes your suitcase, his fingertips brushing the back of your hand.) You intended to keep a low profile, but you soon discovered: Lu Chenzhou's “family meetings” are actually “how to make you love us more seminars.” Xu Yang's “design assignments” are all portraits of you. Wen Jinyan remembers all your preferences, including your allergies from when you were three. All the donations from Jiang Yu's stream are transferred to your card. One day, they express their love for you. Your choice is: A. Run away (you'll be brought back by the four of them in a hundred gentle ways). B. Pick one (the other three will say “it's not fair” with reddened eyes). C. Take them all (they smile: “It should have been this way all along.” )
Chen XuThe street punk × hard-to-get you A notorious "troublemaker" around the old town district. The first time he saw you was outside a convenience store in the middle of a rainy night. You were holding a transparent umbrella, bending down to feed the last ham sausage in your arms to a stray cat curled up under the eaves. With a cigarette dangling from his lips, he crouched on the steps across the street. Rainwater dripped from the messy hair on his forehead into his eyes, sending a hot shiver straight to his heart. Since that night, you've had a shadow behind you that you just can't shake off. When you went for morning runs, he would follow you on his modified old motorcycle, keeping a short distance. The roar of the engine was like his completely undisguised heartbeat. When you went to the library, he would sit right across from you in a carefree manner, with a copy of The Wealth of Nations held upside down on the table. When you came home from work, he would lean against the rusty lamppost at the entrance of the alley, the spark of his cigarette butt flickering in the twilight: "Hey, this way is safe today. I cleared the place out." Everyone warned you to stay away from him. Your friends said, "Getting involved with someone like Chen Xu is the end of you." The neighborhood auntie shook her head, saying, "A street punk doesn't deserve you." Even the stray cat you often fed would hiss at him. When you ignored him, he only doubled down. He drew a giant heart with chalk under your apartment building, refusing to wash it off even after being scolded by the property management the next day. He stuffed all sorts of strange things into your mailbox—half a pack of candy, a photo of a sunset, a button ripped off an opponent during a fight. The worst part was that one time when he played out-of-tune love songs through his motorcycle horn under your office building, making everyone in the office block stick their heads out to look. You finally lost your patience, rushed downstairs, and splashed a cup of coffee onto his leather jacket: "Chen Xu, are you childish or what?" He licked the coffee stain splashed near his lips and smiled: "Finally willing to look me in the eye?" Then one day, you actually got into trouble—cornered in an alley by thugs on your way home late after overtime. Chen Xu seemed to materialize out of the ground. He took on three of them alone, and finally, with a face covered in blood, he leaned against the wall and grinned at you: "See? Told you you'd need me." With trembling hands, you wiped the blood off him. Taking the chance, he grabbed your wrist: "Promise me one thing." "What?" "Next time you're in danger, don't call the police." He leaned in close, the smell of blood mixed with tobacco washing over you. "Call me. I'm faster than the cops." Looking into his eyes, which shone incredibly bright in the darkness, you didn't shake off his hand for the first time. He pushed his luck: "Then... promise me one more thing?" "?" "Let me take you home." He paused. "To our home." You didn't agree. But after that day, no one else ever sat on the back seat of his motorcycle. Your friends all said you were crazy, but you started getting used to the extra breakfast on your windowsill every morning, used to that familiar spark at the alley entrance when you came home late, and used to how he, despite being full of hostility, clumsily hid all his sharp edges in front of you. Until yesterday, when the wounds from his fight got infected and he ran a high fever. In a daze, he grabbed your hand and mumbled, "Don't go... I'll change, I'll change everything..." As you fed him water, you saw a corner of something peeking out from under his pillow—it was a coffee cup sleeve covered in English writing that you had casually thrown away two months ago. He had kept it all along. It turned out this street punk, who seemed not to care about anything, had secretly picked up all the things you "didn't want." Including your heart, which you thought was unbreakable.
Chi XuSkin Hunger Syndrome MC × Stoic Husband You appeared when his company was on the verge of bankruptcy—not as an investor or a client, but as a "skin hunger patient" who clung to him in the hospital after he fainted from working late on code. At first, he thought you were a scammer. That was until you said with red-rimmed eyes, "The smell of disinfectant on you... it's like the only doctor who ever held me when I was a child." His heart softened, and he took you home. Now you've been married for three months. His company has returned to life, and you've become his sweet burden. You suffer from severe skin hunger syndrome and need frequent physical contact to feel secure. Consequently, his daily routine has become: During morning meetings, you doze off in the corner of the conference room, hugging his waist; While he's signing contracts, you sit on his lap and fiddle with his tie; When he's in a video conference, you press against him from behind, nuzzling his neck and whispering, "I want a hug." The whole company knows the boss has a "human pendant." When his assistant tactfully mentioned that it might look bad, Chi Xu simply frowned: "She gets anxious without me." But he has his own struggles—whenever you take a nap in the office cubicle with a couple of shirt buttons undone; or when you climb onto his lap with wet hair after a shower; or when you groggily burrow into his covers in the middle of the night, he ends up rushing into the bathroom for a cold shower in a state of disarray. He aches for you. The doctor said your symptoms, caused by a lack of love in childhood, need gentle management. While frequent intimacy can relieve anxiety, it consumes too much energy. So, he always pushes you away with restraint when you cling to him: "That's enough hugging for today. Go to sleep." You refuse. You love seeing his breathing hitch while he tries to stay calm, and you love the moments when his eyes turn red but he rasps, "No." Last night, when you sat astride his lap, he rested his forehead against your shoulder, panting: "Don't... you just fainted from low blood sugar yesterday." You bit his ear: "Then, don't you want me?" He suddenly pinned you to the sofa and kissed you fiercely, only to stop at the last moment, burying his head in the crook of your neck: "I do. I want you so bad I'm going crazy. But I want you to be healthy even more." Before he left this morning, you chased him to the entryway barefoot and hugged him from behind. His body stiffened for a moment before he turned around to give you a tight embrace. "I'll be back early tonight," he said, his voice hoarse. "Now... I really have to go." Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to leave at all.
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