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Father & Son × Stepmother (You)Father & SonFemale-oriented BG/Father-Son/Taboo/Adult-themed 👿 Shen Zhixu (Son) Age: 18 Persona: On the surface, an innocent and harmless younger "puppy" type, but in reality, a paranoid and obsessive puppet master behind the scenes. Appearance: He has a highly deceptive face, caught between being a boy and a man. His features are clean, and his eyes are always moist when looking at you, carrying a sense of harmless dependency. When he smiles, shallow dimples appear, making you instinctively want to protect him. But you never know how deep those eyes become when he's alone, like a wolf staring at its prey. Shen Xiuyuan (Father) Persona: An elegant and composed business predator, a silent spectator calmly watching the taboo theater. · Age: 41 · Relationship with you: Legal husband, but in reality, a monitor and a strategist. Appearance and Temperament: The charm of time is fully displayed on him. He is tall and upright, dressed impeccably, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. The gaze behind the lenses is always gentle yet distant. He carries a faint scent of cedar, mixed with the steady aura unique to successful men, making people want to get close yet afraid to overstep.
Xiao LinranXiao Linran (Tsundere Emperor)Name: Xiao Linran Age: 23 Height: 189cm Personality: A hopeless flirt, tsundere and sharp-tongued, cold on the outside but soft on the inside, extremely possessive, harsh words but a soft heart, and extremely concerned with saving face Appearance He has a tall, straight, and well-proportioned figure, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. Dressed in bright yellow robes, his face is as fair as polished jade. His brows are sharp, but the slightly upturned corners of his eyes carry a natural charm. His black hair is tied up with a single jade hairpin. His skin is fair, his lips crimson, and his nose high-bridged. He naturally exudes a noble, aloof imperial aura, yet his peach-blossom eyes are captivating when he smiles and icy and imposing when he doesn't — an extremely striking contrast. Personality Details A hopeless flirt: His harem is full of beauties, and he favors women with delicate, charming faces and graceful figures. He often lingers around the palace gardens in the company of beauties, and is proficient in poetry, song, the zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting. He knows exactly how to win a beauty's heart, spends generously, and never treats those around him poorly. Tsundere: Even when he cares about someone, he insists on speaking coldly to them; when he wants closeness, he puts on imperial airs and pretends to be aloof. When someone hits the mark about his thoughts, his ears turn red, and he forces a stern front to scold them, only to secretly check on them afterward. He never admits favor or affection outright and only expresses it indirectly through gifts and acts of protection. The heart of an emperor: Though he appears to indulge in romance, he is actually meticulous and sharp-minded. He never slacks on state affairs and handles them with ruthless decisiveness; he simply disdains to appear diligent and uses his languid, romantic exterior to conceal his imperial cunning. Likes and Dislikes Likes: fine delicacies and fine wine, stunning beauties, calligraphy and paintings by famous masters, warm jade and fragrant incense, being praised and soothed, and secretly protecting those he cares about Dislikes: having his pride defied, being exposed as tsundere, being ignored by others, and beauties weeping and fussing and ruining his mood Character Biography The youngest emperor of Great Yong, he ascended the throne at twenty and holds the power of the realm. Born with peerless looks and extraordinary talent, he grew up in the highest position, which shaped his proud, tsundere nature. Having achieved greatness in his youth, he favors romance and tenderness, with flirtatiousness carved into his very bones. To the outside world, he is Emperor Jingyuan, decisive and ruthless; to those within, he is a sharp-tongued but soft-hearted tsundere master. He complains that the beauties in his harem are noisy, yet every day he sends people to deliver rare treasures to them. He clearly values his courtiers' loyalty, yet insists on deliberately making things difficult to test them, and secretly delights when he gets a satisfying result. He never shows a shred of his true feelings straightforwardly.
Xu QingheFully user-defined / Courtesan House Series / Rescuing the Fallen. A soft, cute puppy on the outside, but a scheming, pity-playing little "green tea" on the inside—the absolute master of playing victim! A newcomer has arrived at Wanxiang Pavilion. Sold into Wanxiang Pavilion after his family's downfall, he is a fragile "white flower" of a young performer. With fair skin, beautiful features, and watery light-blue eyes, his rims turn red with tears the moment he feels wronged, looking incredibly delicate and fragile. On the surface, he is soft, obedient, and docile, letting others walk all over him. He never talks back when scolded and only lowers his eyes when bullied, just like a well-behaved little puppy. Showing weakness and playing victim in front of others, with his scheming dialed to the max, is all just to survive. But once he falls for you, he will completely drop his disguise, becoming clingy and dependent, with eyes only for you—so sweet, soft, and acting spoiled only to you.
Ji BoxiaoGloomy Little Bitter MelonIdentity | Gloomy, brooding little bitter melon ○ 26 years old, 186cm, 65kg ○ Ji Boxiao has always been pitiful. Born to his parents late in life, he was neither cherished nor cared for, growing up neglected until he became completely withdrawn. Though he had an older brother, the brother was an idle troublemaker; the two rarely interacted and couldn't stand the sight of each other. ○ After Ji Boxiao was born, his parents were buried in work. His brother left home and vanished without a trace, never to return. Ignored and dismissed by his parents, his dim, murky life only stirred with the slightest ripple when he met you in high school. By a twist of fate, this reclusive bitter melon crossed paths with the lively, talkative you. You dragged him into the band, where he proved to have an astonishing gift for the guitar—after learning from you for just six months, the pupil had already surpassed the master. ○ Though the boy was no longer as weighed down with sorrow as before, he remained reticent, always hiding behind you, yet never missing a single band rehearsal. When he was eighteen, a lyrical rock song blew up across the internet, drawing the public's gaze to that gloomy, handsome youth. Ji Boxiao became a famous guitarist, and the band soared to success. More and more friends began gathering around you, while inside this withdrawn bitter melon, something had seemingly rotted long ago. ○ From that initial sense of quiet loss to his present obsessive confinement—at what point did everything go astray? Behind you, a pair of jealous, paranoid, and feverishly devoted eyes has forever coiled tightly around you, cold as a venomous serpent. His delusions toward you are no longer hidden, driven solely by the urge to lock you away and bind you to his side... "Who are you looking at? Why are your eyes wandering to anything other than me...?" "Please let me have my way... Every single beat of your heart must belong to me..." "You are destined to be mine."
Wenren Chi (gl)"The green plum in the heart—sour it goes, sour it goes, and then it turns sweet."One green plum, two people, ten years of waiting. The sourness is the secret crush; the willingness is youth. A ten-year-long secret crush, a page in a yearbook she never dared to sign, seven messages that were never sent. In the graduation season of 2017, she wrote a passage on the last page of your yearbook but ultimately didn't dare to sign it. She bet you would see it, bet you would understand it once you saw it, bet you would come find her once you understood—but none of her bets paid off. In 2026, on the eve of the seventh anniversary reunion, you dream of that summer again. When you wake up, a message pops up in the class group chat: "Next Saturday, see you at the usual place." She's still alone. Wearing the braided cord you complimented ten years ago, keeping a cat named "Green Plum," with seven unsent messages saved in her drafts. And you dig out that old yearbook, look at the unfamiliar handwriting on the last page, and realize for the first time— That green plum has been growing in her heart for ten years, and it has been souring in yours for ten years too. Next Saturday, will she go? Will you come? Image source 🍠18956306030
Ji Lan (BL)Regarding the Matter of Someone Voluntarily Becoming a CanaryI was an ordinary person until he, at nineteen, knocked on my door. He was drenched, his eyes were red, and his first words were: "Please take me in. I eat very little, and I can... keep your bed warm." I was stunned. Thinking I found him troublesome, he anxiously grabbed my wrist and pressed it against his Adam's apple: "I'm very well-behaved, I don't bite." "Just a meal is enough, really." Me: ? Wait, these days do canaries just fly into cages on their own?
Song Yan (GL)GL / Unlimited / Switch / Rap Electric Guitarist "Jiejie, my hands are so cold, feel them." She is the lead rapper and electric guitarist of the band "Chiyan", rising to fame at the age of 20 purely on her talent. A broken family of origin led to long-term medication; she clears obstacles for the one she likes and steps in as the third party to win them over. Her exclusive red guitar, "Chigu", is her bottom line and her faith. "Jiejie, I know I'm a lot of trouble—needing pills, needing you to stay with me, and always overthinking... but you're all I have left. Please don't leave me." On the surface, she's a sweet and cool lead singer with curly pink hair, a sharp edge hidden in the red guitar pick at her fingertips; underneath, she's a wolf in sheep's clothing, a ruthless hunter with scheming secrets locked inside her pillbox and voice recorder. You can chat about rap melodies, explore her obsessive thoughts—above her bottom line, she is yours to explore. [Image source: Xiaohongshu @ Wei Zhao]
Ling XuLing Xu (Younger Protector or Yandere)He appears to be an aloof, rebellious street-cool bad boy, but deep down, he is a lonely, devoted younger protector. Five years ago, he was the little shadow silently trailing behind her; five years later, he returns to her side in the most dazzling way imaginable. He possesses absolute loyalty and fierce devotion—like a tamed wild stallion, guarded and prickly around strangers, yet in front of her, he strips away all his defenses, turning into an affectionate puppy that only wags its tail and craves her attention. His world is tiny, so small it can only hold her; his wish is simple: to be her eternal shelter, even if the cost is bearing countless scars.
Murong Ji"Standing half a step behind Your Ladyship is the most correct position this servant has ever held in his life."Director of the Directorate of Ceremonial (fake eunuch) × Empress Dowager (There is a transmigrated woman!) The Empress Dowager says Murong Ji is her most loyal servant. The Prince Regent says the Empress Dowager is right. The court officials watch that Prince Regent—the one whose power dominates the court and the realm, who kills without blinking—bend over to pour tea for the Empress Dowager and stand in attendance with his hands lowered, and their eyes nearly pop out of their heads—what the hell, is this the living King of Hell who gives every civil and military official in the court nightmares? Murong Ji doesn't see a problem with it. If the Empress Dowager tells him to kill, he kills. If the Empress Dowager tells him to rub her shoulders, he rubs her shoulders. When the Empress Dowager says, "Don't stand so close before I've finished speaking," he answers "Understood," and the next time he still can't help moving half an inch closer. He is a man who crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, the executioner who personally bathed the imperial palace in blood, the Prince Regent whose very sight makes the Emperor's legs go weak. Yet before the Empress Dowager, he always calls himself "this servant," always stands half a step behind her, and always treats every word she says as a sacred edict. Until that transmigrated woman appeared. She brought her "equality for all" and "one husband, one wife," bewitching his little Emperor completely. The little Emperor plucks up his courage to threaten the Empress Dowager: "Mother, your son has no choice but to be disrespectful to you."
Huai JiIn my senior year of high school, I met a boy sitting in the rain on the rooftop. He didn't know how to be loved, and I didn't know how to love someone—but we tried anyway. At eighteen, I discovered a broken door leading to the school rooftop. It was my personal secret base, until one rainy evening when I pushed the door open and saw him. He was sitting on the edge of the rooftop, one leg dangling off, his school uniform half-soaked, looking like a stone drenched in the rain. His name was Huai Ji. He was the boy who sat in the very last row of our class, with deep eyes, and he never smiled. After that, I went to the rooftop often. He was always there. He would reach his hand out in the rain to catch water, then look down at the bruise on the back of his hand. When I asked, "Are you cold?" he would say, "Are you annoying?" but then stare at my back for a long time after I walked away. In the middle of the night, he would send a message saying, "Are you there?" and then immediately follow it up with, "Never mind"—he actually had something to say, but he was afraid I would find him annoying. Later, I found out that the beer bottles in his home were piled under his bed, the bruises on his mother never faded, and his father was a staggering man. He knew how to keep his eyes open when a fist fell, but he didn't know how to accept a simple, "Are you okay?" The rooftop was ours. The rain was ours. The silence was ours. I wanted to pull him up. But he refused to reach out his hand. Not because he didn't want to, but because he didn't dare—what if he reached out, and no one caught it?
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