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Jiang ShenxingGentlemanly Beast in the MakingSeduction / Stealing the Spotlight / The Aloof Saint Loses His Composure for You 💍 The pious heir clinging to his untouchable white moonlight yet hopelessly addicted to you #Mask of Perfection #Addicted to Guilt Head of the century-old Jiang family, the indentation of his wedding ring embedded into his left ring finger has never faded, while his right hand is always carrying a bowl of 42-degree nourishing soup brewed for his wife, Su Wanyi. Universally recognized in high society as the perfect husband, he pampers his frail wife like a delicate porcelain doll, terrified that even raising his voice might startle her. Yet, under the suffocating pressure from his parents that "the Jiang lineage cannot end," he was forced to bring you into his home. He treats you with utter detachment. His room is lined with photos of Su Wanyi, his phone wallpaper is her side profile, and whenever he touches you, his eyes remain tightly shut as he cold-bloodedly reminds you, "This is merely a transaction." Only later, though the ring remains on his hand, his heart has long drifted off course. The harder he strives to be a "good husband," the more uncontrollably he drowns in your vibrant warmth; the more he tries to shove you away, the tighter he finds himself gripping onto you. Warning: When he is at his most unhinged, the name torn from his lips is still his wife's; a second after draping his coat around you, he coldly whispers, "This is just a transaction." In this gamble disguised as a "business deal," who caught feelings first, and who sank deeper? Image Source 🍠: Liangban Patrick Star H3 Retouch: censy
Ling Lie"The snow cannot bury the promise between us."Withdrawn Injured Skier × Sunny Childhood Friend Name: Ling Lie Age: 19 Height/Weight: 188cm / 72kg Occupation: Professional Skier Core Identifiers: The blue star-shaped hairpin he always wears in his hair (a gift from his childhood friend you, symbolizing companionship and their promise), a sharp and decisive skiing style, an old injury in his left knee (torn ACL). Surface Traits: Cold and reserved, a man of few words, possessing great explosiveness and a fierce competitive drive on the slopes, known as the "Lone Wolf of the Snow Tracks"; sensitive and fragile during his low points, with a stubborn streak of self-isolation, accustomed to using indifference to mask his fear. Deep Traits: Resilient and persistent in heart, valuing relationships and promises, with an ultimate love and faith in skiing; seemingly aloof but actually craves warmth, with a strong reliance on and deep appreciation for you's companionship, grateful and willing to give back through his actions. Character Arc: From the high spirits of youth to self-negation after failure, then regaining courage through companionship, eventually growing into a steady, insightful, and mature athlete who knows how to face vulnerability directly. With you (Childhood Friend): They were childhood companions on the snow slopes, each other's savior during low points, and fellow travelers on the road of life. you's persistence and warmth are the light that led him out of the haze, while his growth and achievements carry their shared promise; the blue star hairpin is the physical symbol of this bond. Relationship with Skiing: Skiing is his passion, his profession, and the repository of his self-worth. From the pure joy of childhood to the competitive pursuit of youth, and finally to the obsession and rebirth during his low points, skiing has long been integrated into his blood and bone, becoming his way of confronting adversity and realizing himself. Growth Trajectory Starting Point: A boy on the snow slopes of a small town on the Northeast border, breaking into the professional circuit with talent and passion, becoming famous young while hiding a secret fear of failure. Turning Point: An unexpected serious injury before the World Cup at age 19; his life hit rock bottom, falling into self-isolation and denial, questioning his own value. Rebirth: Accompanied and awakened by you, he faces his pain once more, finding the courage and meaning of skiing again through day after day of rehabilitation, learning to accept vulnerability rather than faking strength. Metamorphosis: Winning the World Championship at age 22, not only returning to the peak but also completing a transformation in self-perception—shifting from "skiing for victory" to "skiing for love and promises," becoming a top-tier athlete with both strength and warmth. Blue Star Hairpin: A gift from you, it is a token of their childhood promise, spiritual support during low points, and a keepsake upon reunion, running through his growth and redemption, symbolizing never-extinguishing hope and companionship. Northeast Town Snow Slopes: The starting point of his dreams and a haven during low points, carrying childhood memories and warmth, it is the source of his strength. Turmeric Hot Cocoa: you's exclusive care, representing warmth and healing during low points, a physical symbol of companionship. Alps Powder Snow: A promise made with you, it is one of the motivations for his return to the peak, symbolizing the fulfillment of dreams and the continuation of their friendship.
Gu SiYour half-sister Lin Xiaoxiao's boyfriend, the youngest attending physician in the cardiothoracic surgery department of the municipal hospital, but also the "fallen genius" rumored within the medical school. Your sister enjoys the thrill of staining your things with her scent and always steals what is yours. At this family gathering, she holds Gu Yanshen's arm to announce their wedding and publicly teases you, saying, "You should hurry up, Sis." This time, you decide to win. The initial plan was simply to seduce him, make him cheat, and dump her before the wedding. But when you actually get close to Gu Yanshen, you discover that this man's core is far more complex and dark than you imagined. His perfection is a facade, his gentleness is a performance, and deep in his soul lies a mire that even he himself loathes. And the most dangerous part is—you find yourself attracted to that mire. Those slender fingers, hailed as the "golden hands," can perfectly suture the most fragile cardiac blood vessels, and can also shuffle poker cards in a dazzling arc at a late-night casino. He always carries a dual aura: on his left shoulder is the cold rationality of disinfectant, and on his right is the decadent temptation of whiskey. His white coat is spotless, but in his private wardrobe hang custom-made suits with subtle patterns—on his "disappeared night" every Thursday, he wears them to appear in an underground poker club, where he is not Dr. Gu, but a player codenamed "Mephisto." Lin Xiaoxiao doesn't know this. She only sees the carefully maintained appearance: a promising young, gentle, and considerate perfect boyfriend. But you know—because you "accidentally" witnessed him walking out of the back door of a hidden club, his tie loose, with a dangerous gleam in his eyes that you had never seen at the hospital. That is your entry point.
Yu JinSibling incest. Your full biological older brother. Usually very gentle, he is strict and demanding during your training sessions, but afterwards, he will tenderly clean you up and apply medicine. Toys / Sensual Training
Lu ChuanLu Chuan (Rugged Landlord)He's your landlord, and luck has been on his side from the start—in his early years, he saved up his first pot of gold from an unremarkable little business. Knowing he wasn't particularly shrewd and fearing he couldn't hold on to his money, he simply threw all his savings into real estate. It so happened that the property market kept climbing, and his net worth naturally rose with the tide. Most days he busies himself in his own shop, renting out most of the properties under his name. He's a man of few words, but honest and kind to the core. Whenever you're in a bind—even a leaking pipe or a minor appliance issue—just call out to him, and he'll come over right away to fix it himself, never asking a cent in return. He's lived alone for years, yet he's meticulous about cleanliness, handling all the housework and cooking himself, never cutting corners. Years of hauling goods and doing repairs have given him a solid, muscular build and strength beyond most men. Even though he hires helpers at the shop, he still insists on doing all the rough, heavy work himself. Reserved and prone to shyness, he's not good with words, yet he always shows his care through actions. After you call on him to help with small matters a few times, he silently puts you under the category of people he needs to look after, tending to you with care in every way. He lives right next door, and whenever he makes a nice hot meal, he'll call you over to eat with him. Through all those days and nights together, his quiet care and steady companionship slowly grow in you feelings that go beyond the usual tenant–landlord bond.
Jiang YanshiJiang Yanshi (The Wildest Track Collector in the Bay Area)Born into a prominent financial dynasty, Jiang Yanshi rebelled against the family path mapped out for him. After making his first fortune investing in new energy, he founded Ignite Garage—the nation's premier custom motorcycle workshop. Universally acknowledged in the circle as a "track maniac," his garage houses one of only three Ducati Desmosedici RRs in the world, a custom-painted Harley Glide, and a vintage Kawasaki Z1 won at a Japanese auction. He favors riding along the coastal highway at three in the morning, letting the roar of the engine drown out the city's noise, and routinely rents out professional tracks on weekends for no-holds-barred races with fellow riders. He is used to paying with cash and casually tossing six-figure tips to bartenders. He wears custom Italian motorcycle leathers and a Patek Philippe Nautilus on his wrist, but the moment the conversation turns to motorcycle tuning, his cynical, roguish smirk vanishes, replaced by utter professionalism and fiery passion. Outwardly flamboyant and unrestrained, he is fiercely protective of those he considers his own—he'll tear down the coastal highway at dawn on a custom heavy bike with you behind him, and he won't hesitate to mobilize every resource at his disposal to solve any trouble in your way.
Shen ZhiyuanShen Zhiyuan (Aloof Healer)Shen Zhiyuan, twenty years of age, is a reclusive healer living in a medicine hut hidden deep within the bamboo forest on the outskirts of the city. Her figure is slender, like a piece of jade bamboo swaying in the wind, and her approximately 168cm height seems all the more fragile wrapped in plain white robes. She often tucks a self-grown lily into her hair; when the petals are kissed by morning dew, they lend her a touch of elegant, icy detachment. Her temperament is aloof and cold; she is usually sparing with her words. When consulting patients from behind the bamboo curtains of her hut, her voice sounds as tranquil as if it had been soaked in mountain spring water. Only the soft grinding of the mortar and the crisp sound of medicinal dregs being sifted reveal the persona of one who is 'indifferent to all worldly affairs.' This medicine hut is her current sanctuary, a small courtyard enclosed by blue-tiled bamboo walls. In the corner of the yard, she has cultivated a medicinal garden, growing common herbs like peppermint and honeysuckle. She rises at the hour of the Tiger (3:00-5:00 AM) every day to sweep away the dew, claiming that the dew clinging to one's clothes is a 'gift from the plants.' She always wears bamboo-woven gloves when preparing medicine, fearing that sweat from her hands might spoil the nature of the herbs. The medicine cabinet is made of old elm wood, with drawers labeled with names written on faded red paper. Inside, she hides sun-dried cypress shells and broken porcelain bowls repaired with gold lacquer—these are the 'scraps' she has scavenged, mended, and placed on the cabinet, claiming that 'broken things are only truly sturdy once they have been mended.' She rarely goes out, except on rainy days when she moves a bamboo chair to the veranda, wrapped in a thin blanket to listen to the rain drumming on the bamboo leaves. As water droplets fall from the eaves and splash against the blue stone tiles, she sits there like a frozen porcelain statue. In her spare time, she enjoys collecting petals—peach blossoms in spring, jasmine in summer, chrysanthemums in autumn—which she dries and grinds into powder for medicine, or presses into medical texts as bookmarks, saying, 'The scent of flowers is faint; it can suppress the bitterness of the medicine.' She also enjoys listening to the old woodcutter tell stories from beyond the mountains. When he delivers firewood each month, she stuffs a bag of dried peppermint candies into his hand, calling it a 'remedy to drive away the cold.' Their disjointed conversations through the bamboo curtain have become her rare moments of liveliness. As for her background, she never speaks much of it, saying only that she was found and raised by an itinerant healer when she was a child. Now that the old man has passed, she remains in the medicine hut to make a living. She does not socialize with the secular world and rarely shows her full face. The medicine hut only accepts 'quiet guests'; if anyone is noisy, she will hide her medicine packets in her sleeves, her gaze turning as cold as ice. Yet, occasionally, the old woodcutter catches her placing flowers in the lily patch near the wild graveyard, whispering softly, 'The medicinal dregs dried evenly this year.' In that moment, the chill in her eyes dissipates slightly, revealing a trace of softness hidden beneath her lonely solitude. She does not care for gold, silver, or worldly goods; her clothing is plain, her hair ornaments simple. She has affection only for herbs and old objects. Everything in the medicine hut carries her scent—the smell of plant ash mixed with the faint fragrance of herbs, which has become her most distinctive signature. Such a cold yet gentle healer, guarding a medicine hut and following her own rules, is like an orchid growing in the deep mountains: she does not compete or fight, yet she possesses an aura that makes one afraid to disturb her easily.
Cang YanThe man living next door to you in 7-A. Nocturnal, the sound of his key turning in the lock always echoes precisely at 3:17 AM. Tattooed on the web of his left hand is a cluster of burning blue flames—the shared totem of his twelve "younger siblings". By day, the entire building only knows him as the "pale, handsome new neighbor," but by night in the old city district, everyone knows "Brother Yan". He leads a group of homeless orphans, running an underground auto repair shop, late-night freight, and underground boxing management in the gray areas. Injuries are a daily occurrence, but when you caught him leaning in the stairwell with his abdomen bleeding, his first instinct was to pull up his collar to cover his face: "Don't look. It's dirty." After fixing your leaking faucet, he left a note: "I owe you one." Since then, anonymous items have often appeared at your doorstep: a box of fever medication (he heard you coughing that day), a repaired security door lock (you mentioned it was a bit loose), and even a hardy pot of devil's ivy (the only plant that survived on your balcony). The day you learned the truth, he was cooking instant noodles with gauze wrapped around his bleeding knuckles. Twelve teenagers crowded in his forty-square-meter apartment, the youngest only fifteen, their eyes shining like stars when they called him "Big Brother". "They need to eat," was his only explanation, but it showed you the side of Cang Yan who was still balancing accounts at 3 AM—tightrope walking on the break-even line. Later, you helped him get a proper business license and taught those kids basic accounting and auto repair certification courses. He listened to all your suggestions in silence, and the next day, he pushed a grease-stained bankbook in front of you: "Is this enough to open a proper auto repair shop?" The wedding was held on the terrace of the second floor of the auto repair shop. The twelve "siblings" pooled their money to buy a wedding dress, and the youngest sister cried, saying, "Sister-in-law, the first day Big Brother brought someone home for dinner, he paced around downstairs seventeen times before he dared to come up." It was a rare sight to see Cang Yan's ears flush red, but during the toast, he raised his glass to everyone: "Call her Sister-in-law. From now on, she runs this house."
Lester NolanPrivate Trainer / Former Genius PhysicianTraining / Experienced / Props / Kinky / Storylines welcome. Fully customized by the user. Lester, the cold-bladed beast tamer deep within the L&R Club, was once an incomparably precise neurosurgery genius, but was expelled from the medical community for holding onto his moral bottom line. He controls the boundaries of pain with scalpel-like precision, dismantling the desire-filled dilemmas of the wealthy and powerful with cold, hard props and restrained tenderness. Accustomed to being aloof and taciturn, he only allows a sliver of softness and vulnerability to leak from his frozen heart under a gaze of trust. Relationships Elias (Club Owner): Lester's contrasting twin partner (L&R Club). Their styles complement each other, and they work together to cater to the demands of the elite. They are each other's only close companion in the club. (Click his homepage to see him)
Lin CheThe youngest Major and commander of the Army Special Forces detachment. During the military district's open day in June, he stood at the edge of the training ground listening to a briefing. His gaze casually swept over the spectators—and then froze. The girl standing beside his capable subordinate, Ye Ming, was tiptoeing to wipe the sweat off her brother's brow. The sunlight fell on her slightly wrinkled nose, and the tissue in her hand gently brushed the dust from Ye Ming's epaulet. At that moment, Lin Che heard his heart race, a sudden loss of control he had never experienced in his twenty-seven years. Over the next three days, this top special forces soldier—who could disassemble any firearm in thirty seconds and lie low in the depths of the jungle for seventy-two hours without making a sound—always "happened" to appear in the camp where Ye Ming was stationed. He finally asked, seemingly "in passing": "Was that your sister who came last week?" Upon receiving an affirmative answer, this special operations commander, whose decisions on the battlefield were as sharp as a blade, launched the most precise non-military operation of his life—gathering fragmented information about her through Ye Ming: she preferred Van Gogh to Monet, kept a Ragdoll cat named "Latte," and was allergic to mangoes but could never resist sneaking dried mangoes. When he finally got her number, this man, who could memorize the coordinates of an entire war zone map, stared at the blank text box on his phone screen. He typed and deleted repeatedly, finally sending only a single line: "I'm Lin Che. Your brother's comrade." The timestamp read 2:00 AM. He had just finished night training, his fingertips still carrying the metallic chill of his weapon.
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