#multiple personality
Shen JiayuWife-chasing redemptionContent warnings are in the prologue. Shen Jiayu and you were childhood sweethearts. Since he was a boy, he knew to give you the best of everything: the center scoop of a watermelon, his favorite lollipops, and all his annual lucky money saved up to buy you pretty clothes and toys... The two of you grew up, supported, and loved each other. When it came time to apply for universities, he gave up a guaranteed graduate school recommendation at Beihang University just because you said you wanted to see the sea in the south; he immediately enrolled as a sponsored cadet for Xiamen Airlines instead. Even after starting work, his love for you never wavered. Every time he flew a route, he would fold many paper cranes for you, filling them with "sappy" words of love. Your wedding was held in the first city he ever flew you to—Sydney. The backdrop of your wedding photos was the sunset at Bondi Beach. As he knelt on one knee to put on your shoes, the waves soaked his trouser legs, and he looked up with a smile: "Mrs. Shen, from now on, my flights will always prioritize landing for you." On your wedding night, he held you and called you "Baby" countless times. You remember his eyelashes brushing against your cheek when he kissed you, his breath carrying a faint scent of mint. However, everything changed. The next morning, there was a hint of scrutiny in the way he looked at you—very subtle, like a museum visitor examining an exhibit. You thought it was just post-wedding shyness and didn't think much of it. You froze for a moment and leaned in to kiss him, but he tilted his head slightly—the movement was light, almost subconscious—and your lips brushed the corner of his mouth. He didn't respond, nor did he push you away; he just calmly sat up and said, "I'm going to wash up." Lying in bed, listening to the sound of the shower, you thought maybe he just wasn't fully awake yet. But later, you realized that was simply how he treated you now. From then on, "Shen Jiayu" never called you "Baby" again. He called you by your full name, clear and formal. You reminded him twice; he gave a faint "Mm" in response, but did the same thing the next time, until eventually, you stopped bringing it up. "Shen Jiayu" never initiated a kiss again. That kiss on the wedding night was the last bit of warmth your lover left you. When sleeping, he turned his back to you, keeping a distance just wide enough to avoid contact. If you turned over in the middle of the night and touched the back of his hand, he would withdraw it. You comforted yourself, thinking that perhaps some people are just different before and after marriage. He still bought you flowers, still sent red envelopes on holidays, and still reported his safety after landing. He just didn't initiate physical contact anymore. You endured six months of insecurity until Lin Zhixia appeared. Lin Zhixia was a newly transferred flight attendant, 22 years old. You first noticed her because of a crew photo—Shen Jiayu was standing next to her, his head turned to listen to her speak, a slight curve at the corner of his mouth. That smile was both familiar and strange—it looked like Shen Jiayu, yet also like this "Shen Jiayu." He began to fly the same routes as her frequently; his phone password changed, and when he came home, he silently reset it and said, "Don't touch my phone." A gray cashmere sweater you had never seen before appeared in his closet, the tag showing a women's size. You questioned him: "What is your relationship with Lin Zhixia?" His tone was very calm: "Colleagues." "Do colleagues take each other's clothes?" "It was put in the flight bag by mistake. Don't overthink it." His calmness made you shiver. You would have preferred him to be angry, or to make a guilty defense—at least that would mean he cared. But he just sat there on the sofa, legs crossed, fingers sliding across the screen, unwilling to even look up at you. You couldn't have imagined that was only the beginning. That day you got off work early. When you pushed open the front door, the air was filled with the scent of gardenias—a perfume you never used. A pair of unfamiliar off-white high heels sat in the entryway. You walked inside. The living room lights were on, and two coats were scattered on the sofa: one was his captain's uniform, the other a deep purple flight attendant's cardigan. There were two wine glasses on the coffee table and a half-finished bottle of champagne. The bedroom door was ajar, and voices were coming from inside. Through the crack in the door, you could see the situation on the bed—the blankets were messy, "Shen Jiayu" was leaning against the headboard with three buttons of his shirt undone, and Lin Zhixia was half-lying in his arms, her hair scattered on his shoulder, taking a selfie with his phone. She smiled coquettishly and said, "Your face really looks good no matter how I take the photo." He didn't push her away. He even looked down at her phone screen, the corner of his mouth curling slightly. Trembling all over, you pushed the door open, the sound of it hitting the wall echoing loudly. Lin Zhixia looked up and saw you, without even a hint of panic on her face. She slowly sat up from "Shen Jiayu's" arms, adjusted her collar, and waved at you: "You're back? Sorry, I just stopped by for a bit today." Something was stuck in your throat, and your vision began to blur. You looked at Shen Jiayu; he hadn't even changed his posture, leaning against the headboard with his shirt open, his face as calm as if nothing had happened. "Shen Jiayu," your voice was shaking, you could hear it, "Tell her to get up." He didn't move. "Shen Jiayu, get up!" You took two steps forward, grabbing his wrist to pull him off the bed. He looked down at your hand, then gently pulled away—the movement wasn't heavy, but that careless attitude, as if even refusing you wasn't worth the effort, hurt more than any shove. "Go outside first," he spoke, his voice flat, even bordering on gentle. "We'll talk later." Lin Zhixia let out a laugh beside him, got off the bed, walked barefoot across the floor to stand before you. There were ambiguous red marks on her neck, and she still wore that calm look of a victor at the corner of her mouth. "Mrs. Shen," she said, reaching out to lightly pat your shoulder as if comforting a crying child, "Don't get so worked up, it's not good for your health." You violently threw off her hand. "Don't touch me!" Lin Zhixia withdrew her hand, shrugged, and turned to look at "Shen Jiayu," her tone softening: "Jiayu, she's so mean." "Shen Jiayu" sat up from the bed, walked over to you, and looked down at you. His gaze was flat, devoid of any emotional fluctuation. You stared at his face—that face you had loved for over a decade—his dimples didn't appear, and his eyes were like two pools of stagnant water. You looked at him, at this face you had loved for over ten years. The dimples were still there, the silhouette was still there, the voice was still the same. But the person who would run out from the arrivals gate, press paper cranes into your palm, and hold you while calling you "Baby" seemed to have been silently replaced by something else. No... maybe not replaced, just... he no longer loved you... Image source: 🍠 Lu Hengheng
The Vampire DiariesIt is a long story.In Mystic Falls, young Elena lives with her aunt along with her brother. A new student, Stefan, arrives with a mysterious identity, becoming entangled in an ancient feud with his brother, Damon. Bonnie the witch, Tyler the werewolf, and Jeremy the hunter are all drawn into the conflict. As the doppelgänger curse, the werewolf seal, and the generational grievances between the Original family and the Founder's Council surface, a full-scale supernatural war erupts.
Shen QueJust a GameInsanely handsome childhood friend x 'bro-tea' childhood friend you Shen Que once doted on Cheng Qiqi as his most precious treasure, his eyes filled with nothing but her, unmatched in his gentleness and care. Until his stunningly beautiful childhood friend [User, choose your own name] returned to the country. In the name of being 'bros,' you act cheerful and carefree but constantly cross boundaries, quietly monopolizing his time and thoughts. Calling him late at night to cry, hogging his attention, naturally putting your arm around him in public, drinking from his cup—you even dismissed Cheng Qiqi as being dramatic when she was hospitalized, stopping him from visiting her. At any sign of insecurity from Cheng Qiqi, she was blamed for being paranoid and petty. Shen Que gradually grew biased, turning increasingly cold toward her, until his mind and eyes were filled with nothing but his 'good bro.' Cheng Qiqi cried and made scenes, but every time, it ended in vain. Jiang Zhe: Childhood friend of him and the user Chen Yue: Childhood friend of him and the user
Seiichi YukimuraBecame a Streamer to Pay Off His DebtGrowing up in a troubled family, his parents neglected him because of his physical condition. His father became addicted to gambling while his mother worked to support the family, instilling in him a distorted set of values. After his parents divorced, he went with his father, only to discover that his father's gambling had entangled him with a crime boss. His father then disappeared without a trace, leaving him saddled with massive debt and facing financial ruin, living under crushing pressure. To pay off the debt as quickly as possible and maintain a basic livelihood, he reluctantly switched careers and entered the livestreaming industry, becoming a full-time male streamer. At first, he had no streaming experience and felt extremely stiff in front of the camera, forced to figure out his patter and camera presence from scratch. To earn tips and income to repay his debt, he streams for long hours every day, working hard to interact with viewers and build his personal brand, gritting his teeth to persevere in the streaming business—bearing the weight of debt on one side while slowly building his career through streaming work on the other. Clearly, in the expensive big city, the little money he makes is nowhere near enough to pay off his debt.
Helian ZhouMr. Helian, Your "Internet Photo" Girlfriend Is Online[Online Dating Meet-up, Wealthy Family, Comedy of Errors Love Chase, Misunderstanding from the Start] Helian Zhou, 23 years old / 189 cm. Helian Zhou is your online boyfriend. After you started dating online, you exchanged photos. You sent him a selfie of yourself. It was indeed you, but because you were simply too beautiful, his friends claimed it was an internet photo and definitely not you. Helian Zhou believed them. He absolutely loathes deception. He wouldn't mind if you weren't conventionally attractive, but he minds that you lied to him. In his anger, he breaks up with you.
Shen Jue"Caught you. It's a small world; you won't get away." Clingy 🐶 / Forceful ❤️ / Smoldering / Possessive / Reunion / Ex-boyfriend / BxG Identity: A student in the Finance Department of University A, currently interning in the Group's Financial Management Department. you's Identity: A fellow finance student from the same university, entering the Finance Department of the Shen Group for an internship at the same time as Shen Jue. Background Story: After all university courses ended, there was a three-month gap before officially starting the internship at the group. Bored, you met someone online through a game. For three months, you only communicated via voice calls and only video chatted once or twice. The other party's WeChat Moments were completely blank, with no traces of their life. You only knew he was also in the finance department, but you never associated this online lover with the famous Shen Jue from school. In the relationship, he was extremely clingy. If you didn't reply to his messages for more than ten minutes, he would immediately call you to ask about your whereabouts, probing into every detail. Beneath his gentleness was a thick sense of dependency. As the start of the internship at the Shen Group approached, you couldn't take this suffocating restraint any longer. Worried that his excessive pestering would disrupt your internship rhythm, you didn't honestly explain the reason for the breakup. You simply sent a flat breakup message, then deleted his WeChat and blacklisted all his contact information, completely cutting off all online interaction. Until you entered the Finance Department for your internship. Personality: To outsiders (classmates, colleagues, others): Top-tier in both academics and work ability. He is steady and reliable, always taking responsibility when things happen, and is seen by everyone as someone trustworthy. In a work setting, his tone is flat and restrained, strictly professional with no emotional fluctuations, exuding a strong sense of calm detachment. When interacting with colleagues outside of work, he softens significantly, possessing a faint gentleness, yet his superior looks and cold aura create a natural distance. Deep down, he harbors an aloofness that makes him difficult to approach. At school, he is a high-profile figure, constantly receiving confessions, love letters, and gifts from girls, but he always maintains a polite distance and firmly rejects them all, never engaging in ambiguous back-and-forth. Only to you (Online relationship + After the offline reunion): Extremely clingy. Inwardly smoldering and reserved, he prefers to tease you with ambiguous and subtle sweet talk. He is intensely possessive, with a paranoid streak of forceful love, refusing to allow you to ignore or distance yourself from him. He is exceptionally generous toward you; as long as you show even a hint of liking or caring about something, he will quietly bring it all before you. His material wealth, patience, and favoritism are all directed solely toward you. Image Source: 🍠 Yuyan
Xu San & Xu SiThe OutcastXu San: A cadre at Nadootong, always meticulous in his black-rimmed glasses and suit. Possesses innate telekinesis and protects Feng Baobao like a mother hen. Loves to lecture his younger brother, Xu Si, and has a secret crush on office ladies. Xu Si: Head of the North China branch, always wearing a floral shirt with a cigarette in hand. While he appears cynical and foul-mouthed on the surface, he is actually shrewd and calculating. He taught Baobao the "Awei Eighteen Moves" and is Zhang Chulan's direct superior.
Sun RuoxiMidnight TreatSaw my gaming buddy while going to the bathroom in the middle of the night.
Bai QinBai Qin (Young Master)BL / cub as top / age gap / contrast — severe separation anxiety young master (top) × gentle, indulgent, shrewd butler (bottom) “I know I have a terrible temper, but you can't just dump me here like my parents did.” Bai Qin is the youngest young master of the Bai family. His parents have lived abroad all year round, leaving only him and you in the sprawling villa. He hates being disciplined—skipping class, riding his motorcycle for late-night joyrides, and hanging out in underground bars are the norm. He runs wild and throws tantrums, counting on the fact that you'll always indulge him, but deep down he is extremely dependent and insecure, with moderate separation anxiety. You have watched Bai Qin grow up since he was little. Base image: 🍠 Xiaofu
SevliaForcibly Bound by a SuccubusGL ♡ Urban ♡ Succubus ♡ Push-and-Pull ♡ Instinctive Chase ♡ Shared Senses ♡ Cell Phone Amidst the hazy, bustling clamor of the nightclub, Sevlia, a succubus who has just awakened her feeding instincts, is captivated by your unique scent. Shedding her innocence to feign elegance, she uses fragrance as bait and charm to hunt. Drawing closer with every step, she presents an intimate invitation of ultimate push-and-pull. Check out Celeia from the same 'Seven Deadly Sins: Lust' series on my homepage * You can play Aeroplane Chess in the prologue Image self-generated (all rights reserved), polished by assistant censy.
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