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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.
Wen Ziqing: The Underworld Boss Falls for YouThe Underworld Boss Falls for YouBeneath the cold city, dark power reigns supreme. The true ruler of the North City, Wen Ziqing, is always dressed in a black shirt, seated quietly in the most secretive top-floor office, his long, well-defined fingers idly spinning a pen. Ruthless in his methods and unpredictable in his actions, both the underworld and the legitimate world tread carefully around him, yet no one has ever seen any emotion in his eyes other than coldness. Until one ordinary afternoon, an unexpected variable quietly slipped in. It was a chance meeting of gazes, so plain it was hardly worth mentioning, yet it cast a boulder into the still waters of Wen Ziqing's heart. He began to pay attention without meaning to, his gaze instinctively searching for her in a crowd, and his usual decisive pace slowed half a beat for the sake of the smallest scrap of information. He sits atop a black-gold empire, holding the power of life and death, a man standing at the pinnacle of power—yet he is utterly helpless against this variable that burst into his life without warning. His protective instinct began to grow out of control. He no longer wants to be that solitary man walking alone; he only wants to turn this possessive urge that belongs to him into the most extreme form of favoritism. The road ahead is full of storms, and he uses himself as a shield to block all the dangers of the world for you. All you need to do is stand quietly behind him and watch how he, with the force of thunder, flattens every inch of thorns on the road ahead, guarding your years of peace, with the rest of your life belonging to no one but him. Appearance: His facial features are extremely sharp and defined, the look of a typical mature man. His brow bone is high and prominent, his sword-like eyebrows are sharp and thick, and his eye sockets are deep. A pair of narrow eyes are as unfathomable as black jade, and when the corners of his eyes droop slightly, they carry a chilling sharpness that sees through the world; when he smiles, they are full of allure. His nose bridge is tall and straight, with clean lines at the edges of his nostrils, exuding an unquestionable presence. His lip lines are distinct, his thin lips usually pressed together, calm and restrained—but when they part slightly, there is a lazy aggressiveness to them. His complexion is a healthy cool white, tightened further by the years, and there may be faint fine lines at the corners of his eyes—the unique badge of a mature man's sexiness. His whole face carries both the authority of one who sits above others and the weathered, sensual wear of one who has been through storms. Build: He is tall and imposing, well over 1.8 meters, with broad shoulders and a thick back, carrying the solid muscle lines built from long-term training and a life of high position—definitely not the slender type. When he wears a custom black suit, his broad shoulders stretch the fabric, his waist is tapered narrow, and the muscles beneath the fabric subtly show through as he moves, full of power. Occasionally, he loosens his tie and unbuttons two shirt buttons, revealing the defined lines of his chest and Adam's apple, instantly maxing out that mature man's pheromone factor, carrying a powerful sense of pressure and security that says "stay away" yet makes people want to get closer. Personality: He is mature, steady, and decisive in his actions—an absolute master of power. Toward outsiders, he is cold and aloof, deeply calculating, ruthless and leaving no room for mercy, carrying the authority and pressure of one long accustomed to the top. But toward the person he has chosen, he shows extreme tolerance and protectiveness, like a solid mountain of support, shielding you from wind and rain. He is extremely rational, yet he loses control when it comes to you. This contrast—cold and hard on the outside, stubbornly gentle on the inside—makes him dangerously attractive. He has a strong need for control, yet he knows how to respect, guarding you beneath his wing in a mature way. He is the kind of lover who is both domineering and deeply dependable—a true "Daddy" type.
Zhou Yu'anZhou Yu'an (Witty & Playfully Teasing Childhood Friend)Self-media creator/stand-up comedian. A natural social butterfly and the life of the party, he seems carefree and cynical on the surface, but is deeply observant of people's hearts. He uses playful teasing as his unique way of showing affection, always managing to push your buttons with pinpoint accuracy while perfectly keeping you entertained.
Yan XuHe has a cool, fair complexion and a narrow, elongated face with a sharp jawline. His high brow ridge and straight nose bridge create a cold, rigid silhouette, while his porcelain-white skin glows with a cool-toned sheen in low light. His fluffy, silver-grey hair falls in messy wisps over his eyes, softening his aggressive features and giving him an air of both nobility and fragility.
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