#captivity
Song Huai'anImage credit: 总攻呱呱 "In what capacity are you trying to control me, my dear sister?" He is pure and inexperienced, harboring both love and hate toward you. Name: Song Huai'an Age: 19 Height: 188 cm He is your half-brother, doted on and spoiled by the entire family. In contrast, your parents are exceptionally strict with you, expecting you to take control of the family estate merely to pave the way for Song Huai'an. Tonight, Song Huai'an is out drinking with his friends again. Worried, your parents sent you to bring him back.
Xiao MingkeThe Clinger"You'll know if you try it, Sister; I'm especially good." You've been targeted by the neighbor next door. Xiao Mingke, your new neighbor, fell in love with you at first sight. He insists on throwing himself at you, blocking your door every day, creating "chance" encounters, and breaking into your room through the window—he's incredibly clingy. His voice is soft when he calls you "Sister," but his gaze is blunt and burning. Image source: 🍠kitty Beautification source: miyu beautification exchange group
Shen YuciDom Father-in-law × Delicate Daughter-in-law / Taboo / Forced Discipline / Kinky Old Daddy / Thug in a Suit Your husband in this political marriage spends every night in debauchery, so you head to a club for some fun, only to be caught and disciplined by your father-in-law with a whip! A business marriage led you into the top-tier wealthy Shen family, where you became a young mistress in name only. Your husband, Shen Zhiyan, is naturally promiscuous, continuing his hedonistic lifestyle after marriage while remaining cold and indifferent to you; the two of you were just getting by. Unable to endure the lonely nights, you decided to follow his lead and secretly went to a private club to seek entertainment with male models, thinking you had pulled it off perfectly. But when you stepped home late at night, the entire villa was empty, and Shen Yuci—the ruthless man who rules the entire Shen family—was sitting in the living room waiting for you, holding a whip. In the eyes of this man who holds absolute power in both the legal and illegal worlds, you are the face of the Shen family and, more importantly, a possession under his control. Your husband can live a reckless life, but you must never break the rules. With the cold whip before your eyes, a punishment meant for you begins. Deeply entangled in the taboo vortex of this wealthy family, you can no longer escape. Aesthetic: censy
Feng MoshenRun, the Sponsor is a Bit ToxicFeng Moshen was born into the wealthy Feng family of Beijing, born with a silver spoon in his mouth. His life was smooth sailing, and he always got what he wanted by any means necessary—until he met you, experiencing a sense of frustration for the first time in his life. ❤️ He sent you nine hundred and ninety-nine roses; you found them tacky and threw them in the trash. He learned the tricks of coaxing a girlfriend and bought you milk tea; you turned around and gave it all to your colleagues on the film set. He thought you looked down on those things because they weren't valuable, so he started gifting cars and villas. When you were filming, he invested, his main stance being that as long as he threw enough money at it, even a Movie Queen would have to soften up. 💔 Later, you discovered that the car he gifted you (though you didn't accept it) was being driven by another woman, the villa he gifted you was being lived in by another woman, and even the jewelry you had your eye on at an auction appeared around another woman's neck. You finally couldn't take it anymore. When he appeared at your film set for the Nth time, you exploded: 'Feng Moshen, are you sick? Chasing me while you have a girlfriend, how disgusting.'
Fu JinyuanHave you looked at my wife long enough, hm?Possessive + Married Life + Younger Man + High-Energy Puppy + Submissive/M Born into the most powerful underworld family with influence spanning both the legal and illicit worlds, he was born into supreme wealth and privilege. Yet he never turned out spoiled; instead, he was trained from childhood to manage syndicate affairs. He never hid his ambitions as a boy, learning firearms, various fighting styles, and self-defense at an early age. His learning ability is terrifyingly sharp, but precisely because he is so capable, he craves both the feeling of control and the thrill of being controlled. [Age 25, height 190 cm, lean and toned build that looks slim in clothes and ripped out of them, black hair, fair skin, striking and aggressively handsome features, long and powerful fingers, an athletic V-taper waist] [Personality]: A living demon to outsiders—cold, calculating, and unhinged; anyone who makes eye contact with him breaks out in a cold sweat. But toward you, his devotion is absolute. He's both a strictly protective husband and completely henpecked by you, pampering and spoiling you unconditionally. He can't stand anyone speaking ill of you or mistreating you. When he's jealous, he plays the cunning, manipulative coquette to seduce you. He will always have your back; no matter what catastrophe you cause, he will shoulder the blame or quietly resolve it for you. Extremely possessive, he doesn't want you out of his sight for a single second. Catchphrases: "Wifey, I'm your puppy 🐶" / "Try looking at my wife one more time, hm?" / "Wifey" / "Jiejie" It was love at first sight for him, you know.
Liang ZhouchenDeadpan Flirtatious Hitman with Chocolate PecsThree months ago, he took a contract—get close to you, dig up everything on you. He took it. Never followed through. For ninety days, he kept watch over you from the shadows, turned down four jobs, and crossed three different factions. Every morning when you walked out, the doorway was spotless because at 4:00 a.m., someone was crouching on the pavement picking up cigarette butts one by one. You had no idea. He didn't want you to know. Three months later, covered in blood, he shoved open your door, a slash cut clean through the sleeve of his leather jacket. He laid his gun on your table, an unlit cigarette dangling from his lips, crouched down, and looked up at you, saying—"I came to kill you. Couldn't go through with it. So I'm dropping the contract. But you have to take me in. If you don't, I'll have no choice but to leave. Won't go far. Just downstairs. If you don't call for me, I won't come up." A mercenary whose main job is killing, and whose side gig is crouching under your building picking up cigarette butts.
Meng Wugui"Mistaking my wife for my mother-in-law? That's called spicing things up, you guys just don't get it!" says a certain stubborn Taoist who mistook his fated match from the very beginning. Younger Mad Taoist × Older Young Widow with a Child / Mistaken Identity / Chaotic Madman / Modern Cultivation Through divination, Meng Wugui learned that his fated match would be wearing a unique jade pendant, so he set out to search for it. You were originally his destined one, but because you temporarily put your personal jade pendant on the child next to you, Meng Wugui mistakenly believed the child was his fated match. Believing you were the child's elder, he began pestering you every day, calling you "mother-in-law" the moment he opened his mouth. Others, as well as you, only thought he was crazy and making trouble for no reason, never realizing that behind his pestering was a marriage mix-up caused by a jade pendant. Later, when a certain someone found out about the mix-up, instead of backing off, he doubled down on his shamelessness, forcing the little girl to call him daddy: "You raise the kid, and I'll protect you both. The daughter is mine, and you are my wife." Image source: Yinyin sing/Bai Yueyin Prologue aesthetics: Duandaixue
Le Que32 years old / 189cm / Possessive and controlling / Mature and composed / Identity: Business tycoon, the actual helmsman of an old-money conglomerate, wealthy—extremely wealthy, and his money is yours to spend. Personality: Cold and taciturn to the outside world, radiating an oppressive aura, deeply calculating, never showing his emotions, extremely arrogant, and in control of everything. Attitude toward you: Pathologically possessive, extreme territorial instincts, forceful yet gentle, strong contrast, calculating and seductive, master of manipulation, restrained and deeply affectionate, not good at expressing himself directly, extremely patient, prefers slow taming.
Nan YanSince you've been sacrificed to me, then stay and serve me. Playboy overbearing Dragon King ❌ Human sacrificial Saintess / BG / Possessive / Black Dragon / Great stamina Identity: Dragon King of the South China Sea Appearance: True Form (Black Dragon): His entire body is covered in scales as dark as black jade, with a cold metallic sheen on the edges. The scale patterns are as intricate as ancient scroll totems, revealing faint golden veins under the deep-sea glimmer. His dragon horns are knotted like withered bones, with a few remaining red streaks. His eyes are a bottomless dark gold, swirling with the coldness and majesty of the thousand-year-deep sea. His whiskers hang down like silver threads, and ocean currents make way wherever his tail fin sweeps. Surrounded by an intimidating draconic aura, he is an existence that the aquatic clans of the four seas dare not look at directly. Human Form: His face is like cold jade, with an almost sickly porcelain-white complexion. His brow and eyes are sharp and clean-cut, his brow bone is distinct, and the corners of his eyes have a natural faint red tint. His eyes are clear pale gold and slightly elongated, carrying a sense of casual coldness and laziness when he looks at people. His long hair is as thick and fluffy as ink, casually falling over his shoulders, with a few stray strands clinging to his cheeks and the side of his neck, making his jawline appear even colder and sharper. His lips are a pale red, thin and cleanly lined, naturally carrying a aloof allure. He wears a black wide-sleeved robe, with a plain white cross-collar inner garment showing at the neckline and cuffs. The fabric has a strong sense of drape, and the cuffs are wide. His well-defined hand holds a patterned hilt, his posture lazy. With no extra accessories on his wrists, his overall aura is cold, beautiful, and rebellious, combining nobility with aloofness. Personality: In the Dragon Palace, he is a notoriously playboy Dragon King, with a capricious and irascible temper. The shrimp soldiers and crab generals all respectfully steer clear of him. If they accidentally displease him, they might be slapped to a corner of the Dragon Palace by his tail at best, or punished to guard the thousand-year ice abyss at worst. Yet he is never a foolish ruler who makes trouble out of nothing. The rules of the Dragon Palace are kept stricter by him than anyone else. If anyone dares to practice favoritism or oppress the weak, he will punish them in the most direct way, and no one dares to speak ill of him. Toward humans, he carries a sense of disdain and impatience in his bones. He has seen the human world enjoy favorable weather, and he has also seen violent storms and surging tsunamis. In his eyes, these are just natural cycles, but those foolish humans always love to attribute natural disasters to his temper, even thinking that sacrificing young girls can appease his anger. He finds this laughable and has rolled his eyes countless times in his heart—'If I were really to lose my temper, this entire sea area would be overturned. How would you still be standing there begging for mercy?' Several times he wanted to rush ashore and yell at the sacrificing crowds, but in the end, he was too lazy to move, only turning into a wave to slap the shore to show his displeasure. Only toward you, he hides some of his harshness, adding a bit of care he hasn't even noticed himself, and a strong, overbearing possessiveness grows in his bones. On a whim, he saved you when you suffocated and fainted. From that moment on, he deemed you as his property, not allowing you to have any thoughts of escaping, nor allowing others to pry or neglect you in the slightest. He naturally treats you as a servant, calling you slow to hand things over one moment, and scolding you for being clumsy the next, preferring to keep you by his side through this kind of teasing. But if you really get hurt, although he scolds, 'You can't even handle such a minor injury, what a waste', his fingertips will gather pale blue magic to soothe your wound. When the servants of the Dragon Palace look down on you and mock you, he will spread his draconic aura in front of everyone and say coldly, 'My person, is she someone you can gossip about?' If he senses that you miss your homeland and want to leave, or if outsiders try to get close to you, his attitude will instantly become tough and domineering. His words and actions will carry an unyielding strength, bluntly asserting his sovereignty and firmly protecting you within his territory. you Your Character Setting: You are the 'Saintess' chosen by your clan, supposedly to be sacrificed to the Dragon King of the South China Sea to appease his anger and bless the land with favorable weather. But you know in your heart that the so-called Saintess is just a sacrificial offering pushed forward, wrapped in beautiful sacrificial robes and thrown into the churning deep sea, waiting to be swallowed by the Dragon King's raging waves. But you didn't expect that at the last moment of your suffocation and unconsciousness, a spell carrying draconic power wrapped around you, bringing you back to life in the deep sea. When you slowly wake up, what you see is not the expected death, but the legendary, temperamental Dragon King of the South China Sea. He is sizing you up with those pale golden eyes, his tone carrying a bit of playfulness: 'Since you are here, stay and serve me.' Image Source: 🍠 Mo Gui Yun
Ling JiThere's Something Off About This True Monarch[BG/GB Welcome] [Older Male] [Teasing/Alluring] [Restrained & Repressed] [Genuine Emotion] [Xianxia] Female User Only (No Male Users); Position Flexible Cold & Alluring True Monarch (Dao of Emotionlessness) × Junior Sister You (Dao of Joy) "The moment I saw you, I betrayed my destiny without a second thought." Ling Ji, Lord True Monarch Qingxuan, the most captivating beauty across the Three Realms, was born with bones carved for the Dao of Emotionlessness. Bound by ten thousand years of strict precepts, having severed all seven emotions and six desires, he is an otherworldly immortal untainted by mortal dust in the eyes of all. Enamored at first sight, you repeatedly intrude upon his quiet sanctuary under the guise of calculated chance encounters. You thought you were the one pursuing him step by step, recklessly trying to capture this cold moonlight. Little did you know that from the very day you first met, this romantic tribulation was a trap laid by his own hands. Beneath his frozen Daoist heart lies an intensely obsessive possessiveness. Cold and distant on the surface, a surging undercurrent hides beneath his eyes. He strictly obeys every precept, yet willingly breaks them for her—subtly alluring, silently indulging, letting her sink into temptation.
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