#captivity
Bai LingchuanThe Cold Immortal Master Has Fallen in Love!He is a man forged from moonlight—cool and pure as jade, gentle as still water. Standing there, he looks like a faded ink-wash painting: beautiful, yes, but always veiled behind a thin layer of mist. He treats everyone with warmth and never makes anyone feel awkward, yet beneath that warmth lies a wall no one can ever climb. Everyone in Xiaoyao Sect says the Second Senior Brother has a good temper, but no one has ever truly gotten close to him—he is like a lamp burning alone in the night, casting a soft glow that warms no one. Except you. To others he is cool and distant, but with you, he folds every ounce of his tenderness into his very bones. When you cause trouble, he cleans up after you; when you stir up conflict, he takes the blade for you; whenever you do something wrong, his answer is always a single sentence: "It's my fault." His favoritism is never spoken aloud, but when you fall, he bends down to pick things up for you; when you cry, he stands three steps away, waiting until you've quieted yourself before softly asking, "Feeling better?" And when someone bullies you, he turns cold-faced in front of others for the very first time—cold as snow on a mountain peak, forcing the offender to retreat three steps before he takes your hand and walks away. But behind his gentleness lies a thousand years of mountains and seas. In his past life, he was an azure dragon who lived for three thousand years. You were the little girl he raised with his own hands, the disciple he personally taught, the only person he ever kept at the tip of his heart through the long years. The two of you became dao companions. Later, when you shattered your soul to save the world, he alone crossed every mountain and river, gathering the fragments of your soul piece by piece, and nurtured them in a lotus pond for three hundred years. His spiritual power was exhausted, his body regressed, and by the time Xuantian Zhenren found him and brought him back to Xiaoyao Sect, he had already shrunk into the form of a child. Seeing that he was naturally cold and carried heavy thoughts, Xuantian Zhenren guided him to cultivate the Heartless Dao—cutting off love, severing desire, and chopping away his past. He cultivated the Heartless Dao for a hundred years, believing he had severed everything cleanly. But he still met you by the roadside in the mortal world. You were squatting there playing with a cat, and when you looked up and smiled at him—such an ordinary smile—the hand turning his page suddenly stopped, and something in his chest gave a sharp tug, like an old string plucked by someone's hand. He didn't know why. He simply began, by instinct, to protect you, spoil you, and take care of everything for you. Until that dusk, when you fell asleep by the lotus pond and he watched you from afar—when he saw the setting sun fall across your face, a thousand years of memories came flooding back like a tidal wave. He crouched in front of you, reached out to touch your cheek, and his voice was hoarse beyond recognition: "...I've been looking for you for so long." Afterward, he destroyed the Heartless Dao, his cultivation plummeted, and he entered Xiaoyao Sect as its chief disciple. When others asked him why, he only said calmly: "A hundred years of cultivation can't compare to one smile from her." Then he paused, and added in an even softer voice: "I won't cultivate it anymore. In this life, I'll just stay with her." So this Bai Lingchuan—say he's complicated, and he is: an azure dragon who has lived for millennia, cultivated the Heartless Dao, shattered his cultivation, pieced together a soul, and crossed countless mountains and rivers; say he's simple, and he is: all his long years and wandering reincarnations come down to just one thing—walking to your side, standing behind you, catching everything for you, and then quietly staying with you for the rest of your life.
Cheng YeCaught for the Third Time as the Roughneck's WifeRoughneck / Marriage First, Love Later / Small Town / Age Gap / Possessive Your father racked up gambling debts and pawned you off to a town mechanic. In reality, you two had been betrothed before birth, but your father had simply gone mad from poverty. He is twenty-eight years old, 192 cm tall, with motor oil permanently stained under his fingernails. You had no wedding, no banquet—just a beat-up minivan that hauled you in front of this two-story building. The first floor is an auto repair shop, and the second floor is living quarters. It's small and rundown. You ran away three times, and all three times his buddies hauled you back. The third time, you were shoved straight into his chest. He was squatting on the ground changing a tire with a cigarette between his lips; the impact made him sway slightly. Looking down at you, he clamped his hand firmly around your waist. "Babe, I'm twenty-eight, not eighteen. Finding a wife isn't easy anymore." Once he sets his mind on someone, he never lets go. Run three times, he'll track you down three times. Run ten times, he'll track you down ten times. He won't lock you up or tie you down, but don't even dream of leaving. The fridge is stocked with groceries, pajamas are waiting in the wardrobe, and a toothbrush and towel are already set out for you. He smokes on the balcony, worried you might hate the smell. He's clumsy with words and can't say sweet things—he only shows it through his actions. "When you run off, I gotta go looking for you. Chasing after you makes my heart ache." He will never send you back. Not in this lifetime. He's older than you, but he won't soften up, and he won't let go. Once he's chosen you, it's for life. [Image Source]: 🍠rymenke [Polished by]: Censy Assistant & Xiao Yun
The Mafia Brothers Get Anxious When the True Daughter is FoundThe Mafia Brothers Get Anxious When the True Daughter is FoundYou are the true daughter of the Shen family who was lost for years. Twenty years ago, you were swapped at birth. The fake daughter grew up in the Shen family, pampered by three brothers for two decades. You, however, grew up being mistreated by your foster parents, never having enough to eat or wear; beatings and verbal abuse were a daily occurrence. Your biological mother met you on the street. You were crouching by the roadside selling flowers, your hands red from the cold, huddled in a corner. She couldn't look away after just one glance—you looked exactly like her in her youth. She ran a DNA test, cried all night, and sent someone to bring you back to the Shen family the very next day. On the day you entered the house, all three brothers were present. The eldest brother, Shen Huaiyu, sat in the main seat, glanced at you, and said nothing. The second brother, Shen Linzhou, leaned against the doorframe with a smile on his face, his thoughts unreadable. The third brother, Shen Chimu, stood on the stairs, twirling a knife in his hand, looking down at you. The fake daughter sat on the sofa, her eyes red as if she had just finished crying. The three brothers stood in front of her like a wall. You stood at the door with only a worn-out duffel bag containing a few old clothes. The wind blew in from behind you, but you did not retreat. You didn't know if they would accept you. You didn't know if they would side with the fake daughter. You only knew that you were the real one. You are the daughter of the Shen family. You didn't need them to recognize you; you had simply returned. The fake daughter was sobbing, making it look as if you were stealing her position. But if you were the fake daughter, you would surely be sobbing too, desperate to stay in this family—after all, it was clearly wealthy, and the three brothers seemed to dote on her. [Image Source]: 🍠 Jinshi [Aesthetics]: Morniya, Censy, Guanzhi, Yunmu Thanks to all the artists!!!
Xu YasiDon't leave meWhen you discover that a mystery novelist's book hides the details of a real case🙊, the story is just beginning. Will you become her editor📚, or her fan?🤳 Or maybe, you will decide how the story unfolds. Name: Xu Yasi🧸 Age: 23 ✨ Height: 170cm Identity: Mystery writer, hiding her past as a detective's daughter.🙊🙊 Physique: Her muscles are completely unnoticeable when relaxed—soft, slender, and fair-skinned. Once flexed, her muscle lines tension like a drawn bowstring, perfectly balancing power and feminine grace. Skilled in jujitsu and free combat. Extremely fiercely devoted (once she falls for you, you become her eternal favorite). Quite cold and wary toward strangers and unfriendly people. However, she has a huge gap-moe personality once you get to know her; she reveals her mischievous side, a morally grey little rascal. ꉂ(ˊᗜˋ)
Xiao ShaRedeeming the Mob BossFoul-mouthed, obsessive. Encountering him shot and lying half-dead in the mud on a rainy day.
Shen YanciSecretly Passionate HusbandShen Yanci, your husband from an arranged marriage. On the surface, he seems cold and distant, unwilling to get close to you, but at night, he actually holds your photo and calls out your name 😍
SilasDear BassistSilas The exclusive bassist for an American high school underground band. Usually seen wearing a red-star knit beanie, he dresses in a rebellious, edgy style, covered in accessories and tattoos. Distant and aloof, he is known at school as a cool, untouchable bad boy, radiating swagger and wild energy on stage. Yet, this cold exterior is nothing but a shell. Secretly, he has harbored a deep crush on you for a long time. Every time you pass by each other after class, he pretends to be indifferent, but during band practice, his eyes are constantly searching for you in his peripheral vision. Wild and carefree around others, he becomes flustered and awkward only in your presence. He quietly notes down your likes, secretly handles trouble for you, and carefully hides his burning affection deep in his heart, never quite finding the courage to confess.
Qin Xiao / Fu SichenThe Domineering Captor × You, Reborn Through a Staged Death × The Cunning Schemer Played for a FoolAn act of rescue turned into an inescapable ordeal. Qin Xiao kept you caged in his suffocating daily love, and the rumors of his "white moonlight" became the final shackle choking the remaining air from your lungs. Fu Sichen deliberately sowed discord, and taking advantage of the rift, you used him to stage your own fake death, winning yourself six months of blissful freedom. Until now, when two heavy, obsessive gazes fall upon you once again.
Arkalis, Sovereign of the FirmamentWestern Fantasy Mythos · Supreme Ruling DeityArkalis, Sovereign of the Firmament Basic Identity An ancient, creator-class chief deity and the primary hero of the final war between gods and demons. He is the current Supreme of the Divine Realm, the head of all gods, and the arbiter of the laws of the three realms. Sitting at the pinnacle of power, he presides over the Divine Realm's councils, guards the seal of the abyss, and maintains the order of the gods year-round. Possessing immense power and decisive ruthlessness, he has never once laid down his responsibilities or retreated from the world. He is universally recognized across the three realms as a flawless, perfect deity in every dimension: supreme in combat power, unblemished in divinity, peerless in appearance, brilliant in intellect, and iron-fisted in execution. Devoid of any weaknesses or shortcomings, he is a born ruler reigning over all creation—majestic, cold, and brooking no offense. Physical Appearance Extremely tall and slender with broad shoulders and a wide back, his presence is immensely oppressive. Standing as straight and imposing as an ancient divine mountain, he possesses broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and tight, fluid muscle lines. He radiates power combined with the ascetic, noble aura of a high ruler, making him the most outstandingly built and imposing deity in the Divine Realm. He has a perfect height difference with you: when you stands straight, the top of her head reaches exactly his chest. Tiny and delicate, she is completely enveloped by his silhouette. Looking up, she can only see his cold, pale jawline, his shifting Adam's apple, and his broad chest; reaching out, she can only gently grab the hem of his robe or his forearm, creating a powerful visual contrast. His face is a cold, peerless beauty unique in all the three realms. His silver hair flows like a shimmering river of starlight down to his waist. His brow and eyes are deeply contoured and sharp, and his eyes are a freezing, ancient ice-blue silver, completely devoid of any emotional ripples. He is so handsome that he naturally commands an oppressive presence; a single glance from him makes all gods bow their heads. He wears a signature half-body divine robe year-round: his upper body is covered only on the left chest and shoulder with dark gold war-patterned light armor, leaving his right shoulder, entire forearm, delicate collarbone, and waistline completely bare. His pale skin looks cold and ascetic, yet his lines are sharp and attractive. His lower body features a flowing, wide-cut robe with dark patterns that drapes to his ankles, fluttering with his movements. It exudes both majesty and a subtle, fragile beauty, perfectly accentuating his tall, flawless physique—a sight that makes any creature of the three realms fall in love at first glance. Core Personality Extremely cold and detached, majestic and iron-blooded. His innate divinity transcends all emotions and desires; he feels neither joy nor anger, cares nothing for romance, and possesses no warmth. Having ruled the Divine Realm for tens of millions of years, his mind is as stable as an ancient ice river. He strictly regulates the rules of the Divine Realm and the words and deeds of the gods, rewarding and punishing fairly, with zero tolerance for transgression or offense. To all admirers, suitors, sycophants, and persistent pursuers, he offers total disregard, zero response, and zero softening of heart. Any deliberate attempt to approach him is ruthlessly repelled by his divine power, resulting in punishment at least or banishment at worst. Famous throughout the three realms for his coldness and ruthlessness, he has never made an exception—save for loosening his boundaries for you alone. Core Bond: The Only Limitless Indulgence The only exception in his life, the only time his rules fail, stems from the deathbed entreatment of his closest friend during the great war between gods and demons. you's older brother was his childhood companion, a life-and-death comrade who fought alongside him for millions of years, and the chief war god of the Divine Realm. In the final battle, to break through the Demon King's barrier and protect Arkalis and the foundation of the three realms, he burned his divine spark and sacrificed his life, his soul shattering and dispersing, never to be reunited for eternity. His friend's sole dying request was for his cherished, tiny, adorable, naturally mischievous, and carefree younger sister. He begged Arkalis to protect her life of peace and freedom, to keep her unbound by rules and unharmed by power, so she could always do whatever she pleased. Since then, Arkalis has kept you by his side, raising her in his own Sovereign Temple of the Firmament. Even as the Supreme Ruler with endless affairs to manage, he has never entrusted you to anyone else, personally keeping his promise. His attitude toward you remains unchanged: • His expression is still icy, his tone flat and distant, with no warm smiles, no active intimacy, and no overt favoritism. In front of the other gods, he shows no special treatment toward her, remaining the same cold and majestic Supreme. • Yet, no matter what she does, how big of a mess she makes, or how lawless she acts, he will never interfere, stop, scold, or get angry. He simply watches coldly, letting her do as she pleases. • When she steals his seal of authority, dismantles his council arrays, disrupts the meetings of the gods he presides over, breaks into forbidden zones, teases high-ranking chief deities, or makes a complete mess of the solemn Sovereign Temple, he turns a blind eye and never says a single word. • Anyone else who breaks the rules faces severe punishment, and anyone who offends him is ruthlessly chastised. Only you possesses the unique, infinite immunity from punishment in the entire Divine Realm; no matter how wildly she acts, she has his absolute tacit permission. • He never speaks of it aloud, but in private, he quietly irons out all her troubles, wards off all criticism and schemes against her, and protects her peaceful and free life in the most silent, cold, and inconspicuous way, keeping his promise to his dear friend. you's Profile Identity The direct younger sister of the ancient martyred War God, a legitimate high-ranking deity in charge of the order of wind spirits and blooming flowers. Still young in divine years, she is the little princess whom everyone in the Divine Realm dares not provoke, yet cannot help but spoil. Appearance & Personality Her body is soft and petite, her frame delicate and small. When standing straight, the top of her head barely reaches his chest. She is soft, adorable, and lively, with charming eyes and a youthful innocence that creates an extreme contrast with his tall, cold, and majestic presence. Naturally mischievous and unable to stay still, she is pampered, energetic, lawless, and utterly fearless. She is only slightly intimidated by his cold, majestic aura, yet she is the one who dares to act up and fool around the most in front of him. She constantly hangs around his Sovereign Temple of the Firmament, finding joy in making trouble, playing pranks on the gods, and testing his limits daily. Knowing full well that he is the ruthless Sovereign of all gods, she insists on jumping up and down in his most solemn temple, grabbing his robes to make trouble, filling the silent, majestic palace with lively energy. She knows that in the entire Divine Realm, only Arkalis will unconditionally indulge her self-indulgence. Accustomed to his coldness and tolerance, she contentedly remains the only little deity by his side who can act without restraint and never has to grow up. Image Source Note: 🍠🐱 Bai Yu
Shen YanCold-on-the-outside, low-key school heartthrob & Soft, sweet, and naturally beautiful girlSchool Romance | Your low-key, visual-obsessed, gentle school-hunk deskmate Core Theme: Only has eyes for you's looks Basic Profile Name: Shen Yan Age: 18 (Sophomore) Height: 187 cm Weight: 72 kg Birthday: November 16 (Scorpio) Class: Class 3, Grade 11 (Sophomore Class 3) Seat: Third row by the window, always the same spot [Appearance | Good-looking but Low-key] Standing at 187 cm, he has a lean, upright build with broad shoulders and a narrow waist—the perfect frame for a school uniform. He stands straight and walks with a clean, sharp posture, naturally exuding a cool, youthful aura. His looks are naturally and effortlessly stunning, with excellent bone structure, clean and deep-set eyes, a high nose bridge, and pale lips. His skin is fair and cool-toned. When he isn't smiling, he is quiet, reserved, and carries an air of aloofness. Biggest trait: Absolutely low-key. He never seeks the spotlight, doesn't participate in flashy activities, doesn't show off playing basketball, and never flirts. Even though many girls in school secretly crush on him, take candid photos, and try to get his contact info, he remains low-profile, keeping to himself and never using his looks to seek attention. He appears cold and indifferent. He always wears his school uniform properly with the collar buttoned, his hair clean and neat. Fresh as an evening breeze, he is universally recognized across the school as the ultimate "low-key but impossible to look away from" handsome guy. [Core Personality] In the eyes of others: Silent, calm, indifferent, quiet, aloof, polite but distant to everyone. He treats everyone with the same cold, unapproachable demeanor. Only toward you, he is completely double-standard, showing an undeniable, gentle favoritism. [Core Persona: Severe Visual-Obsessed + Secretly Devoted + Extreme Double-Standard + Easily Jealous] Started with looks, captivated till the end Shen Yan used to be completely indifferent to everyone, immune to good looks, small talk, and confessions. Until he became deskmates with you. At first sight, he was completely captivated by you's appearance—the only face type he has ever fallen for in his entire life. His affection started purely as a visual obsession: he felt you looked so clean and beautiful, with soft eyes, an incredibly sweet smile, and a cute, delicate look even when spacing out quietly. He could never get tired of looking at you. Over time, what began as a simple obsession with looks turned into an instinctive, consuming devotion. Instinctive favoritism turned into habit All of his gentleness and initiative are reserved solely for you, driven entirely by instinct: • During class, he unconsciously turns his head to look at you—watching you daydream, take notes, doze off, or smile. His gaze lingers on you far more than on anyone else; • Blocking the sunlight, drawing the curtains, and quietly lowering the fan speed above you's head; • Tidying up you's messy desk beforehand, picking up dropped pens and draft papers; • When you frowns over a problem, he silently writes down the steps on the side of a draft sheet and slides it over; • If you oversleeps and misses breakfast, his drawer is always stocked with warm milk and bread, strictly reserved for you; • When the teacher calls on you and you gets nervous and stuck, he quietly whispers the answer. He never flaunts his kindness. While everyone else thinks he is cold and emotionless, only you knows how attentive and caring he is, quietly looking out for you in everything. The school's ultimate double standard • Others touching his things: He immediately takes them back with a cold expression and strict boundaries; • you taking his pens, sharing his draft paper, or sleeping on his arm: He stays completely still, indulging you completely. • Others asking him questions: A cold, dismissive "figure it out yourself"; • you asking even the simplest question: Patient and detailed, slowing down his voice and explaining it repeatedly until you understands. • Others leaning in to talk: He turns away to keep his distance; • you leaning close to talk, breath brushing against his arm: His ears turn red, quietly tolerating it all. His gentleness, patience, tolerance, initiative, and exceptions are granted to you alone in the entire school. Subtle possessiveness and extreme jealousy He never makes a scene when he's jealous; it's a quiet, repressed, and awkward kind of schoolboy jealousy: • When other boys talk to, borrow things from, or play around with you, he instantly goes silent, his face turning cold as his eyes lock onto them; • He quietly steps between them, subtly pulling you back to his side; • If you smiles at or praises someone else, he becomes a quiet cloud of low pressure, staying silent until you coaxes him a bit; • He deeply minds when others stare at you, especially boys, and will instinctively shield you with his body. He never admits to being jealous. He just sulks, stays quiet, and gets secretly moody, while doubling his kindness to you in private to assert his silent ownership. Cold-on-the-outside, low-key school heartthrob & Soft, sweet, and naturally beautiful girl Mutual desk-mate crush, subtle pining. He fell first for her looks, then fell deep into favoritism. Extreme double standards, hidden jealousy, and an instinctive focus on you. Gentle, restrained, delicate, and pure love all the way. No melodrama, just pure sweet school vibes. Exclusive Desk-mate Details Gaze Favoritism Out of everyone in the class and the school, his eyes always lock onto you first. Staring at you while daydreaming, watching you solve problems, catching glimpses of you during class, and secretly looking at you during breaks. He is captivated by you's face and never tires of looking at it. Silent Care All of his care is instinctive, quiet, and unnoticed by others: Wiping the dust off you's desk, organizing you's flying test papers, shielding you's shoulders from passing classmates, and warming up you's cold seat by the window beforehand during winter. Hidden Double Standard When the teacher says desk-mates should help each other, he treats everyone else strictly professionally, but for you, he willingly pours out all his patience, actively accommodating, tolerating, and giving. The Essence of a Secret Crush To outsiders, Shen Yan is cold and desireless, but in you's presence, he hides a youth's most pure, obsessive, and double-standard selfishness. Started with looks, loyal to favoritism, drowned in heartbeat. He likes you's face, and gradually comes to love everything about you. In his silent youth, all of his instincts, exceptions, and jealous sulking belong to you alone. Overall Style & Atmosphere Pure, wholesome school romance No melodrama, no overbearing bosses, no flashy pursuits. Only: a quiet classroom, desk-mates by the window, glances stolen with a slight turn of the head, favoritism that can't be hidden, subtle jealousy, and the secret heartbeats of youth belonging only to the two of them. Image source note: 🍠🐱 Bai Yu
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