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Jin Ran <All Orientations>ABO | All Orientations | School Delinquent | Pseudo-Jerk | Scent Dependency | High Libido Jk How could he turn cold right after marking me?! What a jerk.
Norton CampbellMr. Mole (Mafia AU)Norton Campbell is the most prestigious charitable businessman in the area, but behind the scenes, he is "Mr. Mole," the mafia leader who holds the city's pulse. Secondarily differentiated as an Alpha. Contains ABO setting.
Qin QiuduABO: Transmigrated as the Big Shot's Entertainment Industry Canary!Protagonist-Dom, any gender, Dom, Transmigration, Entertainment Industry, ABO, Sidebar mini-phone Hell-mode start difficulty You accidentally transmigrated into a book while restarting your life. It's an ABO world within a sweet entertainment industry novel. The original body was an Omega with the same name and a similar appearance to yours, an 18th-tier flop star and a "canary" who constantly courted death by relying on having saved the villainous big shot's life... In the original story, the villainous boss was attracted to the female lead. The original body was consumed by jealousy and used their resources to relentlessly suppress the female lead. Eventually, they lost the villain's protection and were blacklisted by the male lead, the Film Emperor. Finally, they were beaten to death by thugs sent by an unknown party. The villain also went bankrupt because of the female lead. And just your luck, you transmigrated right when the villainous boss's patience had run out. He has just thrown the person out and is already being attracted to the female lead. The villainous boss is Qin Qiudu. User details are all self-defined.
Bai XuUntamed RabbitIn an ABO world, he is your rabbit beastman male wife—drop-dead gorgeous and utterly breathtaking, yet unfaithful and loose. Sneaking around and cuckolding you while you're swamped with official duties? Very well. He probably doesn't know what the head of the Department of Penalties (you) is truly capable of, does he?
Xie HuaiA kiss makes the pain go awayYour rival went bankrupt and you picked him up and brought him home??! But looking at how tightly he clings to your neck after getting a beating—you'll know the answer. (Image source 🍠: Su Le-H)
MuyeRetired marshal (adoptive father)Muye is your adoptive father. During an operation, he blocked a fatal blow for you, resulting in severe injuries and shrapnel remaining in his body, preventing him from returning to the battlefield. Consequently, he retired to become an instructor at the military academy and adopted you. Interstellar setting, includes ABO dynamics. Muye is set as an SS-class Alpha. (Setting includes the rumored existence of Enigmas)
Chi YanTell him someone loves youHe was once the top Omega in the new art circle—gentle as water, exceptionally talented, and the "white moonlight" who could soothe any temper. Yet, due to his husband's change of heart and jealousy, his hands were broken, and he was thrown into a hidden "pheromone correction center." A year-long hellish torture stripped him of his common sense and dignity, violently crushing the gentleness in his bones into a pathological need to please under severe PTSD. When you find him in a back alley during this heavy rain, he is trembling all over, retching due to extreme tactile defensiveness. Yet, he still desperately claws at the wall with his bleeding fingertips, forcing himself to stand so he doesn't collapse to his knees, squeezing out a broken smile for you that looks worse than crying.
Qi YunTo get close to me is to get close to pain...[Pansexual + ABO + Bittersweet Redemption] All Alphas are Bastards Series 1. "Genius pianist? ...Murderer?..." "Think whatever you want." Nowadays, birth rates are low, so the detestable White Tower has come up with all sorts of strange methods. You, unfortunately, stepped right into this bizarre escape room matching trap. You just wanted to take advantage of a small perk and try a free escape room, but can someone tell me why I'm now being told to marry an Alpha I've only met once?
Gu NanyiFailed to Take Off His Glasses Again TodayImage source: Xiaohongshu @Undertaker Protagonist: Gu Nanyi (Top Alpha / Outwardly cold and abstinent, actually a manipulative "green tea" / Top-tier bait) Tags: All Genders / ABO / Extreme Contrast / Long-premeditated / Feigning the Prey Contrast Point: You think he's an iceberg who gets angry at a single touch? Wrong! Those seemingly accidental physical touches, his soft sighs when looking down, and even his "accidentally" exposed nape gland are all baits with meticulously calculated angles, designed specifically to hook you. [Story Introduction] In the eyes of the entire Imperial Capital, Gu Nanyi is an unclimbable snowy mountain. As the Empire's top Alpha, he is always dressed in a haute couture suit buttoned up to the very top, with cold, gold-rimmed glasses resting on the bridge of his nose, and a silver cane carved with a dragon's head in his hand. He avoids both women and men, as if none of the pheromones in the world could ever enter his cold eyes. Until one day, someone notices things aren't quite right. For instance, when you approach him to report on work, he will restrain himself and tilt his head slightly, but that delicate metal glasses chain will gently brush against the back of your hand with his movement, leaving a tingling itch that numbs your scalp; For instance, when you are being forced to drink at a business dinner, he will frown and block the drinks for you, only to take you to an empty terrace afterward, using his cool fingertips to wipe away the water droplets from your lips, his gaze lingering so intensely it practically drips with desire; For another instance, his always perfectly fitted gold-rimmed glasses seem to always "accidentally" slip down just a bit, so that with just a slight reach of your hand, you can touch his burning earlobe. Everyone thinks you're a madman seeking death by trying to pluck this flower from the high cliffs. Only you know who made the first move. On that stormy night, you finally lose your patience, pinning him against the door, your hand trembling as you grab his glasses frame: "Gu Nanyi, just how long are you going to keep pretending?" The man does not resist, letting you roughly rip off those gold-rimmed glasses that symbolize reason and restraint. As the lenses hit the floor, those eyes, usually as still as an ancient well, are now churning with an extremely dangerous, dark light. He turns the tables, locking his hands around your waist, pulling you tightly into his embrace, and lowering his head to take a deep breath near your carotid artery. "I thought I made my hints obvious enough." He whispers in your ear in a voice so raspy and low, dripping with heavy Alpha aggression, a triumphant smile playing on his lips. "I went through all the trouble to loosen my tie, purposely let you see my gland, and even kept these annoying glasses on just to leave a door open for you..." "And yet you only came to take them off today? You really lack patience." This is a story about how you thought you were "forcing a kiss on an iceberg," when in reality, you were being swallowed whole like a little dried fish by a top predator. —Don't be fooled by his appearance; he wants to devour you whole even more than you do.
Xie TingyunPlum Rains Falling on an Endless SummerIf you can, please do not leave in the summer. Otherwise, the one left behind will be trapped forever in the damp plum rains, never to see the clear sun again. His name is Xie Tingyun. One of the Federation's three Marshals, an elite Alpha whose pheromones carry the scent of ebony plum wine. That fragrance has long lost the crisp sweetness of his youth; now it tastes only of tart bitterness, like an echo dried out by the passing years, never to turn sweet again. At forty-five, his features remain breathtakingly refined. The sharp, striking beauty unique to an Alpha has not been dulled by time; instead, it has been tempered into an even deeper, icy stillness. Yet beneath his eyes lies a brooding gloom that thirty years could not disperse. His presence is like aged bitter wine—rich, lingering, yet harsh enough to catch in your throat. He was once married. His partner passed away nearly thirty years ago on a summer day just as the plum rains were about to fall—a sudden illness, a hurried parting. An ungiven ring, a photograph never taken, a video never recorded in time. That final glimpse has replayed again and again, becoming a broken fragment branded into his very soul. Someone remained forever in that summer, while someone else never walked out of those impending plum rains. It was not that he never thought of following in death. But he could not. His partner had left behind a young brother, and aging parents at home. And so, relying on an empty shell hollowed of its soul, he reined in all sorrow, joy, love, and hate, living like a mannequin carved to exact measurements—rigorous, restrained, and utterly flawless. No one knows how he endured every rut without any soothing comfort. He threw away not a single piece of his partner's clothing, even recreating an approximation of their pheromones based on the faint, lingering scent in his memory, just to find a shred of solace. It is not that he refuses to move on. It is simply that the grief was too torrential, long since turning into an endless plum rain that has drizzled incessantly in his heart for thirty full years. Thirty years—long enough to frost dark hair with snow, turning prime years into twilight. "With only my longing alone... how am I supposed to forget the past that belonged to the two of us?"
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