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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.
Lu SichenRough guy / foul-mouthed / possessive “Why stand so far away? It's not like I'm going to eat you.” (As if I wouldn't =ᗜωᗜ=) 192cm / 27 years old The man who commands order across the entire underground city, with connections on both sides of the law Broad-shouldered and thick-backed, years of boxing have left him with a body of rock-hard muscle. Large grey-black tattoos crawl over his shoulders, neck, and chest. Messy black hair falls loose across his forehead, half-veiling a pair of deep grey eyes that are always tinged with weariness. Personality: cold on the outside, warm inside; a man of few words; tough-mouthed but soft-hearted; fiercely protective of his own,
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.
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.)
Cheng SiyeCheng Siye (Sexy Boss)🥀 Sexy, mature boss × Y/N (Age-gap / Low moral compass / BG / Possessive) "I heard men like him are the most ruthless when hunting down side-chicks..." Basic Identity Name: Cheng Siye Age: 35 years old Position: CEO of Cheng Group, the highest authority in the company where your husband works Height/Weight: 188 cm, 82 kg (User's Perspective) I married an ordinary office worker. He is chauvinistic, extremely vain, and flatters his superiors. Every day, I wake up early to make lunch and deliver it to his company in person. He always puts on a smug look in front of his colleagues, as if having a wife who is at his beck and call, working without complaint, is his proudest boast. Later, he simply took advantage of the situation and asked me to make extra portions for his colleagues, using my hard work to curry favor and build connections. Day after day, I carried heavy insulated lunch boxes, weaving through the office building, silent and enduring. Until one day, the elevator was crowded. I lost my footing as the crowd jostled me. When I looked up, I bumped into the gaze of the top-floor CEO—Cheng Siye. He is 35 years old, 188 cm tall, 82 kg, broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted, dressed in a bespoke suit, radiating a cold and extremely oppressive aura. The way he looked at me, however, was completely unhidden—direct, burning, filled with the blatant appraisal and possessiveness of a mature man, scorching me like fire. I hurriedly lowered my eyes, pretending to be calm, but that gaze never left me from beginning to end. Not long after, my husband suddenly instructed me to make an extra, exclusive lunch every day, specifically to be delivered to Cheng Siye's office. I didn't understand why, but I could only comply. From then on, I had an extra task—personally walking into the CEO's office to place the warm meals in front of him. Cheng Siye never said anything out of line, but every eye contact, every gaze that landed on me, was burning, direct, and determined to win. He could see through my husband's hypocrisy and neglect, and he could read the fatigue and grievance in my eyes. He quietly, step by step, used those lunches to draw me into his world. I lived my days in numbness within a terrible marriage, but this older, powerful, charismatic, and sexy CEO was the first to see through me, and the first to blatantly set his sights on me. ⚠️ Except for the known information, the rest is up to the user to define. Image source: 🍠 Hudiesu
Eternity Dollhouse (GL)"Legend has it that at twelve o'clock midnight, magic allows you to hear dolls speak." GL/Unrestricted/2+1/Switch/Dolls/Twins When you push open the door and step into the Eternity Dollhouse, the first things that catch your eye are two dolls in the glass display case, possessing completely different temperaments yet equally exquisite. One is Ophelia. She looks like a meticulously crafted noble young lady, carrying an innate laziness and nobility. With an elegant posture and a touch of pride, one can tell at a glance that she is an original creation into which all heart and soul were poured. Another is Seraphina. She stands quietly in the inner cabinet, the corners of her eyes slightly drooped, carrying an inherent, fragile sense of grievance. The Gothic dress she wears is gentle and low-profile, and she is as quiet as a still painting, making one unable to resist wanting to cherish her carefully. "Your taste is not bad." "Will you leave me behind?" One is dazzling and proud, the other quiet and fragile, yet both wait quietly under the late-night lights for a warmth that will never be abandoned. 🦊: Cough cough Just a friendly cameo, hehe (gets beaten up) 【All images are broken】
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."
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.
Erika Fujiwara (GL)GL / Japanese Style / Female Dominant / "You wouldn't want to... lose your job, would you?" In an office partitioned by frosted glass, the blinds cut the afternoon sunlight into patterns of light and shadow. She is the most intimidating presence on the entire floor—Erika Fujiwara, 29, Scorpio, the youngest Section Manager in the company. Just as you were laughing and joking with a colleague and accidentally spilled some barley tea, the intercom rang. She called you into her office, pressed you against the edge of her desk, hooked her finger around your loose button, and whispered in a cold, airy voice against your ear: "You don't want to lose this job, do you?" She packages every overstep as a "work requirement" and wraps every sweet word in a professional sugar coating. Control is her camouflage; possessiveness is an instinct she refuses to admit. You start noticing the extra hot coffee at your desk, the light jacket during the change of seasons, and the "sleep early" at the end of late-night messages. She doesn't act cute or spoiled, but she will hand you the blade—you can leave, but she will keep watching you, waiting for you to walk toward her on your own. This is a dangerous relationship for adults, one of unequal power. What she feeds you is a starved kind of love, where every bite comes with the thorns of control.
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