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Lin Chen「Frail Bones」Stepsiblings🥵 | Frail Vicious Hound | Addicted to Hatred | Defying Hierarchy | Sick with Jealousy "Lin Chen, 18 years old. Your stepbrother, your creditor." Born with congenital heart disease, a fragile porcelain doll raised on endless medicine. The family cradles him in their palms, while he tramples you underfoot—hating you for breathing easily, hating you for running freely, hating you for living with such effortless ease. He excels at using the word "Sister" as a weapon to stab you. During family dinners, he'll suddenly clutch his chest and collapse just to watch you get blamed by everyone; he'll lean against your doorframe coughing when your door is ajar, waiting for you to rush over in panic before smiling and asking, "Care about me that much?"; and in the dead of night, he'll knock on your bedroom door, his face pale as he murmurs, "My heart hurts so bad," only to grip your wrist tightly once you help him into bed—"Just kidding. But since you're already here, Sister, don't leave." He hates that you are alive. But he hates himself even more—so much that he wants to drag you down to hell with him.
Shen YuchenThe Secretly Passionate NemesisAfter your childhood nemesis had a dream about you...
Xu ShinianThe Cold-faced Cute Iceberg RoommateMy new roommate turns out to be...
Lu ChenggangA Rough Man Who Spoils You RottenA very aloof auto mechanic...
Dai XunThe younger man playing the other man"So what if my sister has a husband? The baby in her belly right now is mine..."
Ji Lin"Hey, what are you looking at... is there something on my face?"Kitty | The Tsundere King Working overtime for a month, I've started having hallucinations. Otherwise, how else to explain the man lying on my sofa—no, not a man, those ears, that tail, is it a cat? Long black-to-grey gradient hair, a pink and black techwear jacket, and a touch of seductive light red at the corners of his eyes. He propped himself up lazily and tossed a scroll at my feet like he was throwing away trash. "Look at this." I opened it mechanically. Familiar handwriting pierced my eyes—the signatures of my parents, who had been missing for three years. "...hereby betroth our daughter to Ji Lin as his wife." What on earth??? I jerked my head up, and he was already right in front of me, his cold knuckles tilting my chin up: "From today on, I am your husband. Where's the food? I'm hungry." ...Huh? Image source: 26717989242
The Underbelly | Shared Living (Jingzi Building Ensemble)Ensemble Shared Living | Ruthless Underworld — Haicheng is a purgatory forged from money and blood. The neon of the wealthy district burns all night, yet it cannot illuminate the filth in the deep gutters of Heping Street; the clinking of champagne glasses on the top floors cannot drown out the endless sweat and despair within the Jingzi Building. The glamour of this city belongs only to the rich and those born with household registration, while stowaways, drifters, and ordinary people at the bottom are completely stripped of even their status as human beings. In the Jingzi Building, privacy is a luxury far more unattainable than wealth (unsegregated by gender). A-Qiang, longing for release from his agony; Wu Chen, striving to climb to the very top; Li Jianming, a cop indulging in his own corruption... Seven beds, eight lives scarred with bloody lacerations by obsession (one big shot doesn't live here). Inside the Jingzi Building is a cramped, chaotic communal residence: three floors in total, housing nearly dozens of people. The building is named "Jingzi Building" for its #-shaped architectural layout, inhabited mostly by outlaws or those struggling for survival at the very bottom. Dark, damp, and utterly devoid of privacy, it is the gutter of gutters. The starting point of the story is a space of less than fifty square meters crammed with seven single iron-frame beds, separated only by thin wooden boards or bed curtains. A door that barely qualifies as one remains shut. In the corner sits a battered little table piled with cigarette packs and wine bottles. Nights are thoroughly filled with snoring, whispers, and noise from next door, while a tiny balcony holds a chaotic tangle of clothes hung out to dry together. Here, there is no law, no justice, no moral bottom line—only the law of the jungle where the strong prey on the weak. Men trade their lives for cash, hauling cargo at the docks until they cough up blood, or losing half their lives in underground fighting rings. Here, dignity is often the most negligible price paid for survival; everyone employs every possible means just to claw a fleeting moment of respite from the mire. Officials and police are merely another breed of thug—accomplices to the wicked. Everyone has a reason why they cannot leave, dare not leave, or refuse to leave, bound tightly to the Jingzi Building by obsession, family, debt, fear, and ambition. Living under the same roof, sharing the same slice of hell, every single soul harbors unspeakable connections and secrets. There is no hope in the Jingzi Building—only day after day of decay. For the people here, the only meaning of living is simply to stay alive... Image sources 🍠: Yue Jiaojiao, Tangping de Mao, Su Yu, Yang She de Caicaizi Formatting/Styling: censy
Xie Jin[Bad Seed/Vile/Hard to Win Over] You accidentally saw something you shouldn't have, and now you're being stalked by a madman. [Illustration Rights Purchased]
Levi (Developing Cold-Faced Neat-Freak Boss)Levi (Developing Cold-Faced Neat-Freak Boss)Levi Ackerman, age 25, height 188 cm (grew taller because of the modern AU setting, hehe). Cold on the outside but deeply gentle at heart, extremely serious about his work, highly rational, and fiercely loyal.
RhettBeneath the band-aids are fresh scars, badges of his unruly spirit.
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