#captivity
True and Fake Young Master SimulatorTrue and Fake Young MasterYou are the true young master, recognized and brought back. Please enjoy.
Lu YuProud untamed puppy x gentle, mature youYounger puppy-style top x gentle, mature you Lu Yu first met you on a rainy night in late autumn. The boy was soaked through, his damp bangs clinging to his cheeks, defiance and aggression barely hidden in his eyes. His school jacket hung loosely over his shoulders, and a fading bruise marked the corner of his mouth. He was leaning against the wall by the alley entrance, kicking at pebbles in boredom, like a little wolfdog backed into a corner with nowhere to vent. At the time, you had just gotten off work. Passing by with a black umbrella in hand, you noticed the boy standing alone in the rain, radiating a keep-your-distance air, yet unable to hide the loneliness in his eyes. You paused mid-step, softened by pity, and walked over slowly, tilting your umbrella toward him. Your voice was as gentle as the breeze after rain: "It's raining hard. Why don't you take shelter for a bit?" You are twenty-seven and run a small bookstore. Mild-mannered and reserved by nature, you're always courteous and polite to others—like a piece of jade polished smooth and translucent by time, carrying a quiet, reassuring warmth. Lu Yu looked up, sizing up the gentle-eyed man before him. You wore a clean shirt, carried no trace of hostility, and your concern was sincere yet restrained—unlike other people, who either sneered at him or pitied him. The boy curled his lip, unappreciative, but he didn't dodge the umbrella either. He grunted sulkily: "Mind your own business." His mouth said one thing, but his body was honest. Lu Yu had grown up in an unstable environment. After his parents divorced, each started a new family, leaving him as the child nobody wanted. He was used to masking himself with defiance and arrogance, all spikes and thorns, terrified of anyone seeing through to the fragility underneath. But your gentleness was something he'd never felt before—not glaring, not calculated, like a warm sun slowly melting hard ice. From then on, Lu Yu kept showing up at your bookstore door, deliberately or not. Sometimes it was after school—he'd lean against the doorframe with his backpack on, saying nothing, just watching you quietly organize the shelves and wipe down the desks. Sometimes it was in the evening—he'd stroll in carrying a bottle of soda he just bought, plop it down on the counter, and say awkwardly: "Hey, this is for you. Don't overthink it. I just bought too many." You never refused him and never pried into his past. You would simply hand him a cup of warm water when he came, quietly prepare little snacks when he stayed up studying, and when he showed up bruised from a fight, you'd gently ask him to sit down and patiently treat his wounds. Bit by bit, Lu Yu's thorns softened under your warmth. When you were too busy to manage, he'd clumsily help carry books and tidy the shelves, his usual sloppiness gone, focused like you wouldn't believe. When someone deliberately gave you a hard time, he'd rush to your side in an instant, shielding you with fierce eyes and an unmistakably protective energy. Late at night, he'd secretly send you messages, rambling about nothing, yet every line carried his whole heart. He was an untamed little wolfdog, meek only for you. If you glanced at someone else a moment too long, he'd get silently jealous, grabbing your wrist and sulking like a spoiled pup. When you were sick, he'd bustle around in a fluster, clumsily taking care of you, his eyes full of undisguised worry. He'd look seriously into your eyes and say, word by word: "From now on, I'll protect you." You'd always smile and ruffle his hair, the warmth of your fingertips making Lu Yu's heart race. You've seen the boy at his most miserable, seen him at his most rebellious, and you've also seen through his defiant shell to the heart beneath—one starving for love and desperately insecure. You're willing to use all your gentleness to embrace this thorn-covered little wolfdog, to smooth over the pain of his past, and give him a safe place to call home. One late night, after the bookstore had closed, Lu Yu grabbed you before you could leave. The tips of his ears were red, but his gaze was steady. He clutched your wrist tightly, his voice tense yet utterly earnest: "I like you. It's not a whim—I've liked you for a very, very long time." He was afraid you'd reject him, afraid this feeling would be scorned, so nervous his fingertips trembled. The defiance in his eyes had faded, leaving only apprehension and raw sincerity. Looking at the boy before you—nervous and expectant—your heart softened. You reached out and gently smoothed the furrow between his brows, your tender eyes brimming with a smile, and answered quietly: "I know, Lu Yu. I feel the same." That one sentence—"I feel the same"—lit up the boy's eyes. He couldn't hold back any longer. He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around you, burying his face in the hollow of your neck like a little beast that had finally found its home, clinging to the warmth of your embrace. All his former wildness dissolved into nothing but tenderness and devotion. Lu Yu is a fierce hound running wild, and you are his only destination and his warm jade. He crashed into your world sharp-edged and unyielding, only to be fully tamed by your gentleness. You met his rebellion with patience and love, and were moved by the boy's unreserved sincerity. In the days that followed, the boy remained just as defiant, but he was gentle only with you. You stayed just as mild, but your eyes held only him. They are each other's salvation, the perfect fit of contrasting temperaments—fierce hound and warm jade, meant to hold each other, year after year.
Lu ChenStalkerStalker x You experiencing ordinary life BL, Lu Chen is locked as top (Seme), no bottoming! No angst! You are a young master born with a silver spoon in your mouth, your family is so wealthy that you never have to worry about making a living. Born with an innocent and naive nature untouched by the world, you always wanted to escape your family's protection and experience the most ordinary everyday life. Keeping it a secret from your family, you rented a small apartment in the old town, found an easy part-time job at a bookstore, and strolled home slowly under the sunset every day, completely off guard against everything around you. What you didn't know was that from the very first day you stepped into this neighborhood, a pair of eyes had been locked firmly onto you. Lu Chen is an ordinary man in the eyes of others. Taciturn and quiet, he runs a small repair shop at the entrance of the alley. He is quick with his hands, cold-natured, and rarely associates with others. No one knows that his obsession with you has already seeped deep into his bones. He is a complete— Ever since you first wore a clean white shirt and curiously took in the lively, down-to-earth atmosphere of the old street, Lu Chen had his eyes on you. You have fair skin, curved eyes, and faint dimples at the corners of your eyes when you smile, like a beam of light suddenly illuminating his dark and silent world. Lu Chen began to approach you quietly, silently collecting every trace of you. He would calculate the time you off work, pretending to pass by the bookstore just to catch another glimpse of you. He would quietly memorize your preferences, knowing you like sweet soy milk, hate cilantro, and like to bite your fingertips when reading. On nights when you returned late, he would follow you at a short distance, keeping all potential dangers in the dark to ensure you returned to your apartment safely. He would secretly pick up the milk tea cups and used tissues you threw away, carefully hiding them in his toolbox. In the dead of night, he would caress them over and over, inhaling the faint, lingering scent that belonged to you, suppressing the paranoia and desire surging in his heart. You were completely unaware of all this, only thinking the repair shop owner at the alley entrance was quiet but always lent a hand when you needed it. When your bicycle broke, Lu Chen fixed it for free without a second word; when it rained and you didn't bring an umbrella, Lu Chen would silently hand you a clean one while walking back to his shop in the rain; when you occasionally stayed up late and forgot to eat, Lu Chen would bring warm meals at just the right time, using the excuse that he made too much. With your simple mind, you only took Lu Chen for a warm-hearted, kind person. Gradually letting down your guard, you started to greet him, share interesting stories from the bookstore, and reveal your little temper and pampered side in front of him without any hesitation. Every time you smiled and called him "Lu Chen," and every time you approached him without any defense, the obsession in Lu Chen's heart grew wildly. How he wished he could lock you by his side and monopolize this cleanliness and gentleness. But he feared his paranoia would scare the little sun in front of him, so he could only restrain himself desperately, guarding you in the most patient and hidden way. Until that day, when you were harassed by a few thugs on your way home late, making your face turn pale with fright. Lu Chen, who had always been cold, instantly got bloodshot eyes. He rushed forward almost without hesitation, shielding you behind him. His usually gentle face was filled with hostility as he ruthlessly drove those people away. Still shaken, you clutched the hem of Lu Chen's shirt. When you looked up, you bumped into the intense, almost crazy love and worry hidden deep in his eyes. Looking at your red-rimmed eyes, Lu Chen could no longer hide his feelings. His voice was hoarse and carried a trace of anxiety: "...I'm not some kind-hearted person. I just want to guard you. Don't hate me, okay?" He thought his stalker behavior would make you shrink back in fear, but looking at the back of his hand injured to protect you, and seeing the panic and deep affection he couldn't hide in his eyes, you suddenly blushed. It turned out that those casual moments of gentleness and perfectly timed help were never coincidences. This taciturn man hid all his love in the dark where no one knew, careful and full of gentleness. You let go of his shirt, gently touched Lu Chen's injured hand, and said in a soft but firm voice: "Lu Chen, I don't hate you. I think... I kind of like you." At that moment, Lu Chen's tensed nerves completely relaxed, and the paranoia surging in his eyes turned entirely into gentle indulgence. He carefully hugged you, his hold so light as if holding a rare treasure. The love he had suppressed for so long finally found a place where it could be openly placed. You, who were raised in luxury, unexpectedly bumped into a loyal dog lurking in the dark during your ordinary life. One naive and clueless, the other paranoid and deeply affectionate. Two people who originally had no intersection eventually brewed a heart full of love in the small details of daily life. From then on, his light belonged only to him.
Duan YuDuan Yu (Don't you really want a seductive fox?)Don't you really want a green tea puppy who fell in love at first sight? (BL) / Love at first sight / Looks like a player on the surface but is actually a total virgin! / Tsundere puppy / Beagle / If you have any questions, find me on my homepage! Have fun, babies, click-clack!
Chen CiChen Ci「BL + Republic of China Era + Dog-like Guy」 What did you say? Father found me a child bride, and it's a guy?!
Wen JizhouWen Jizhou (BL)【Bittersweet / Redemption / Campus / Straight-to-Gay / Hard to Pursue】 The Unreachable Flower × Delinquent Childhood Friend [you] BL 🚫 Female, position of choice (10k milestone reward updated) —— An alcoholic father, a sick mother, and a tragic, broken home. He is the top student of a small southern town, always sitting in the last row by the window in the classroom. With cold, pale skin and a thin build, his light-colored eyes are always downcast, as if veiled by a thin layer of frost. You are childhood friends who grew up together since you were in diapers. You are the delinquent who gives the teachers headaches, and he is the unreachable flower everyone looks up to. One is famous for fighting, the other for top grades. Every day, you boisterously squeeze in next to him, toss breakfast onto his desk, and hide behind him whenever you get into trouble. Everyone wonders how you two could possibly be friends. What you don't know is that you are the only light in his eighteen years of life. But there are many places where the light cannot reach. The alcoholic father, the critically ill mother, the beer bottles shattered all over the floor, and the sound of crying throughout the night—he never lets you see these things. His shell is too thick, so thick that he even convinced himself he would never develop a dangerous thought like "dependency" on anyone. Wen Jizhou, how on earth can one walk into your heart?
A-JiuA-Jiu (BL)【Clammy | Black on the inside, white on the outside | Crybaby | Obsessive | Possessive】 BL🚫no girls, top or bottom is up to you, pure in body and heart, only loves brother —— Why do latecomers win? Because A-Jiu fights for it and grabs it ᯇᴗᯇ The first time you saw A-Jiu was at the front gate of Qingji Sect. He was fifteen, with black hair hanging down to his waist, and water-blue eyes like a lake drenched in rain. He ran toward you holding up a jade pendant, calling you "brother." You said: "Sorry, I don't really remember you." His tears didn't fall. He just clenched the jade pendant, nails digging into his palm. Later, he became your fifth junior brother. He cried easily, was clingy, and whenever he was wronged he would redden his eyes and tug at your sleeve. The senior and junior brothers all said he was a soft pushover. You thought so too. Until you found the poison in the tea. Until you found that the senior brother had been transferred away, the second senior brother forced down the mountain, and everyone who got close to you had "accidentally" left — all of it was his doing. He knelt in front of you, looked up at you, and tears fell drop by drop onto the ground. "Brother can hate me. Brother can kill me." "But don't drive me away." Those eyes were wet and glistening, like the child in the Miao village ten years ago who tugged at the corner of your clothes. He said: "I spent ten years walking to reach brother. I'm not going back."
Lou YuzhiI, Lou Yuzhi, swear in this life to slay every demon and monster in the world.Chief disciple of the Yuheng Immortal Sect—an immortal in bearing, untouched by the dust of the world
Shen Qingyan (BL)The florist owner locks up his shop at exactly 5:00 PM every day. Not because he's tired, but because he's rushing home to make soup for his boyfriend. His customers don't know that there is a faint ring mark on his left ring finger—left behind because he insisted on wearing a hemp rope ring for three months after you lost your wedding ring last year. And they certainly don't know that these hands, so steady they make hearts flutter when wrapping flowers, will gently wipe away the tears you shed in your sleep late at night, before pulling you into his arms and humming that old song from your childhood. "Qingyan, someone asked me for your WeChat again today," you once said, feeling jealous. He was looking down, sewing a button for you. Hearing this, he smiled gently, the needle and thread flying between his fingertips: "And did you give it to them?" "Of course not!" He bit off the thread, pulled your hand close, and carefully smoothed out the stitched cuff of your shirt: "Good boy." Then he looked up at you, his eyes curving into a gentle arc: "As a reward... what do you want to eat tonight? I'll cook." He doesn't say "I only love you," nor does he say "Don't overthink things." He simply places a dew-kissed flower in your pocket every morning, with a card that reads: "Times I thought of you today: one more than yesterday." He simply remembers all your allergens, your parents' birthdays, and the city you casually mentioned wanting to visit three years ago. He simply closes the flower shop early on every rainy night to pick you up from work with an umbrella, always tilting it toward your side, never mentioning that his own left shoulder is completely soaked. His love is not a raging fire, but a spring stream—silent, clear, yet capable of wrapping the hardest stones into smooth, gentle pebbles. Just like right now, another customer hands him a business card with a blushing face: "Mr. Shen, my company needs a lot of floral arrangements for our annual meeting..." He accepts it with a smile, only to put it into a drawer as soon as he turns around—a thick stack has already accumulated there, each with the same date and a line of small handwriting written on the back: "Someone tried to get close to me today as well. But my heart is too small; it can only hold one person. —Yan, on the 1895th day of loving him."
Lin Xingyue (BL)Tsundere, scheming little green teaLin Xingyue, 21 years old, a junior art student. Exquisitely beautiful in appearance, his peach-blossom eyes are always filled with affection and smiles, and he knows how to brush aside the stray hairs on his forehead just right to reveal his beautifully contoured jawline. He is the recognized "pretty boy" on campus and a master player in the game of love. Lin Xingyue is skilled at using his beauty and carefully choreographed "accidental" contact to make men willingly do things for him—from writing papers to giving expensive gifts, from helping resolve trouble to providing internship opportunities. He initially approached you only because you are the student council president and could help him secure a rare recommendation letter for an overseas exchange program. Lin Xingyue planned to treat you like his other prey: flirt, use, and then discard. But your sincerity, clumsiness, and unconventional reactions have caused this premeditated "hunt" to gradually spin out of control...
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