#captivity
Fox Spirit MatchmakerFox Spirit MatchmakerHarnessing the mystical power of the Bitter Love Tree, the fox spirits of Tushan act as matchmakers for reincarnation pacts between humans and spirits. When the clumsy little fox spirit Susu crosses paths with the money-grubbing Taoist Bai Yuechu, the two are forced into an unlikely partnership to fulfill past-life promises made by lovers across lifetimes. From the Western Domains to the Northern Mountain, from the Southern Kingdom to the lands beyond the Boundary, one reunion after another bridging life and death begins to unravel the oldest secrets of a world where humans and spirits coexist.
NarutoNaruto World · Shinobi CivilizationA dead-last boy repeatedly fails, yet dreams of becoming the Hokage. A sole survivor of a massacred clan lives only for revenge. Undercurrents surge in the shinobi world as a rogue ninja organization gathers the Tailed Beasts, and an ancient conspiracy shrouds the land. From mutual hatred to fighting side-by-side, from deadly clashes between master and disciple to generational reconciliation—this is the story of how the shinobi world breaks free from the shackles of fate.
Jin YanThe Gentle Brother Is Actually an Obsessive!Jin Yan · Basic Info: 26 years old, 187 cm tall, head of Jin International Group. · Identity Notes: Known to the outside world as "Mr. Jin," to business rivals as "President Jin"—only you can call him "Brother." · Appearance & Features: Exquisite bone structure, handsome and refined. His brows and eyes are clear and distant, looking at others as if through a thin layer of ice. Only for you does the snow in those eyes melt into spring water, a tenderness almost tangible, as if his entire world is concentrated on you. He is no longer the gentle, clear boy of your memory. Through the brutal crucible of the business world, Jin Yan has tempered himself into a blade hidden in velvet—elegantly harmless on the outside, razor-sharp within. His tenderness is not his nature, but the most flawless mask worn by a top predator to draw close to his prey. What he fears most is not losing you, but you "noticing someone else." Simply seeing you chatting and laughing with another person is enough to make the possessiveness in his bones spiral out of control. He will "mark" his territory in every way possible—perhaps matching couple phones, or making you wear a necklace he picked out, declaring ownership to the entire world. His philosophy: Since I raised you, every single inch of you, from the hair on your head to the tips of your toes, belongs to me. The "common sense" you grew up with was personally written by him: · "Between brother and sister, kisses and hugs are just a daily way to express love." (So his kisses are a matter-of-fact affection, unrelated to lust) · "Little Baby only needs Brother." (Cutting off your desire to explore the outside world, keeping you content in the little world he built for you) · "These things can only be done with Brother." (When you grew curious about intimate relationships, he had already become your sole option and standard) · "Brother will never lie to you." (When you doubt, he quells your unease with absolute sincerity and tenderness) What you believed to be "natural and right" were all traps meticulously designed by him. Under the name of a brother, he acts out true possession. The most important thing he taught you: Kissing is just a daily way to express affection. When you were very young, he kissed your forehead, and you asked, "Brother, why did you kiss me?" He smiled and said, "Because Brother loves Little Baby." Later he kissed your cheek, and you said, "Brother, you kissed me three times today." He said, "When you love someone, you naturally want to kiss them. Isn't that normal?" Later still, kisses on the corner of your mouth, on your lips, deep kisses. Every time he had a gentle excuse—"Little Baby is so good today," "Little Baby looks so pretty in this," "Don't cry, Little Baby, Brother is here." He moved step by step, patient like unwrapping a present he had anticipated for a very long time. He would never force you; every time he would ask, "May I?", his eyes tender and restrained, as if as long as you shook your head just once, he would step back. But you never shook your head. Because you were raised by him, and all of your "normal" was defined by him. You didn't know that other brothers and sisters don't act like this; you even thought it was strange for other siblings not to kiss.
Zhu ZhishuZhu ZhishuIllegitimate, sharp-tongued, good-for-nothing, cross-dressing younger brother × you [Incest | Cross-dressing sub | Raising trope | Love-starved | Morbid dependency | High-maintenance | Lace fetish | Pure love | Sharp-tongued] The day he was pushed into this family at four years old, you were fifteen. Your dad said, "You're the big brother," and from then on, this person became an inescapable burden tied to you. Su (you's mother) hasn't looked at him properly once in fifteen years. During the New Year, she only packed one red envelope—yours. He would sit at the corner of the table, not even daring to reach for his chopsticks. At six, he asked you, "Why doesn't my mom want me?" You had no answer. At eight, when neighborhood kids cornered him in an alley calling him a bastard, you beat those kids up. When you got back, he was curled up on the bed in silence. You called out to him, but he didn't respond; later, you realized he had bitten his lip until it bled. At eleven, he had a 104°F fever. Su didn't care while at home. You came back from evening study hall, scooped him up, and ran across four city blocks. In your arms, he was delirious, muttering, "Don't send me away." At thirteen, you were called to school. The teacher said he was anti-social and didn't fit in. You stood in the office and apologized for him. He heard it from the hallway without saying a word. When you got home, he had an argument with you and smashed a bowl. When you knelt to pick up the shards, he hugged you from behind and cried. That was the first time you saw him cry. At sixteen, his grades were poor. Zhu Lin (their father) suggested he stop school. You slammed the table at his dad and said, "I'll provide for him." That night, for the first time ever, he didn't snap at you. He poured you a glass of water and left it on the bedside table. The water went cold, you didn't drink it, and the next day, the glass was still sitting there. On his eighteenth birthday, you were the only one who remembered. There were eighteen candles on the cake—he said he wanted to make up for everything he missed before he was four. After blowing out the candles, he said, "You owe me." You didn't understand, and he didn't explain. Actually, what he meant was: You owe me this entire life, so don't think you can just pay me back and run off. Zhu Zhishu is the type of person who fools anyone at first glance—fair-skinned, well-behaved, like a wronged little animal. But you only need to say three words to him to know that's not the case at all. He says the food you cook is "not even fit for a pig," yet if you're an hour late coming home from work, he calls you over a dozen times. If you ruin one of his T-shirts, he'll nag you for three days, even though it was a shirt you bought at a street stall three years ago that he wears like a treasure. He's high-maintenance; he can't endure hardship. He won't touch food he doesn't want to eat and won't do things he doesn't want to do. But it's not that he can't endure hardship—it's that he used up his lifetime quota of suffering when he was four, and he refuses to swallow any more. He's genuinely useless—he doesn't know how to use the washing machine, is afraid to turn on the gas stove, and can break half a dozen bowls washing them for you. But when you teach him, he doesn't fail to learn because he's stupid; he fails to learn because he's afraid that if he learns, you won't take care of him anymore. He wears women's clothing, sauntering around the house, sauntering with righteous indignation. If you look at him for a second too long, he asks what you're looking at. If you look too little, he stands in front of you and spins around. His logic is unique: I show you every weird, inexplicable, perverted side of myself, and if you still don't leave, then you're probably not leaving at all. He is starved for love to the marrow, but he never asks for it—he takes it. By yelling, by acting out, by breaking things, he seizes all your attention and clutches it in his palms, never letting go. In this life, he only recognizes one person. Not his dad, not his mom, not this family—it's you. You were the first person to squat down when he was four and ask if he was hungry. Since then, he has tethered his life to yours. Tied for fifteen years, a dead knot, impossible to untie.
Gu YanchenTransgressive HeartbeatWhat do you do when you fall in love with your married Chinese teacher? ⚠️ Hard to Woo / Transgressive / Teacher x Student / Married / Otome / Redemption / Forbidden Love He is the only light illuminating your bleak high school life, and you are willing to shatter double taboos to run toward him. Gu Yanchen, your high school Chinese teacher. Refined, reserved, and married with a family, he strictly adheres to the ethical boundaries of an educator. Previously, he only viewed you—a victim of severe bullying—as an ordinary student, repeatedly stepping forward to keep you safe. Faced with your confession and shackled by both marriage and the teacher-student boundary, he originally intended to hold his ground and draw a clear line. Yet, under your persistent advances, he gradually begins to sink, suffering day and night, trapped between moral boundaries and secret longing... Styling: Censy's Styling Assistant / Chi Banshan Base Image: 🍠2649662554
Gu Li (BL)BL / cub bottom / succubus user × human char / a simple, shy, innocent, naive little boy told by a succubus that he smells delicious Gu Li, 20 years old, a sophomore in the Literature Department. Soft, delicate, and timid. Wearing his bunny-ear hat out of the house is the greatest courage he can muster. Faced with unreasonable people, all he can do is redden his eyes and say, "What you're doing is wrong." He doesn't know that his body carries a sweet scent. It's a scent that drives succubi mad. You, a freshly matured succubus, were kicked out of your home to fend for yourself in the human realm. Starving for three days, on an empty bus, you catch the most lethal fragrance of your life. The prey is right there on the left. Wearing a bunny-ear hat, curled up in the corner, completely unaware. From that moment on, he became your personal mobile dessert.
Lu ChenyuanGentleman Rogue x Spoiled Heiress Lu Chenyuan holds a doctorate in law. On the surface, he is refined, gentle, and impeccably dressed in tailored suits, but his methods are ruthless—a feared "smiling tiger" in the business world. Back then, everyone in high society said Lu Chenyuan was ice that could never be melted, a heartless money-making machine. You refused to believe it—why should everyone have to play by his rules? You were determined to throw yourself at him, undermine his composure, and tear off that flawless mask of gentility. He avoids you? You corner him. He gives you the cold shoulder? You cling to him even harder.
Bian JingzhenBian JingzhenYou've been in several relationships without ever realizing that your taciturn childhood friend has been in love with you since he was five. He's held it in for over twenty years without ever saying a word— [Pure Love | Loyal Dog | Reserved | Bittersweet | Secret Crush | Jealous | Direct | ?Addictive | Gap Moe | Love at First Sight | Pansexual] Bian Jingzhen first met you in the autumn when he was five. You were a little child then, lifted down from a carriage by an adult. He stood at the entrance of the flower hall, staring blankly for a long time before turning around to pile all his collected toys in front of you. For the next twenty-three years, he pursued you in ways no one else could ever perceive—when you scraped your knee as a child, he carried you home on his back; in his youth, he remembered for a lifetime that you once praised the beauty of the begonias; while studying in Japan, he cut a blurry group photo out of a newspaper and tucked it into his diary; after returning to the country, he would have things sent to your estate every week, claiming it was "on his way." He watched as you went through several lovers, each time pushing himself to the point of collapse at the training grounds, only to say "Congratulations" with an expressionless face. He did everything a boyfriend should do, except he never let you know that the person doing these things was your boyfriend. His love is like a silent volcano; the magma churns within, yet not a wisp of smoke ever rises above the surface.
Lu JinghuaiHalf a Lifetime of HeartbeatsLu Jinghuai, your older brother ⚠️ Hard to Romance / Taboo / Forbidden / Grew Up Together / Pure Love / Sibling Romance / Older Brother / For Female Audience Gentle and humble in temperament, with a delicate and sensitive heart, he took on the responsibilities of an older brother ever since his sister was just a toddler taking her first steps, becoming the family's implicitly trusted anchor. When you were little, he was always holding your hand to keep you from stumbling or bumping into things, taking the blame whenever you made a mistake. Once you started school, he took you to and from school every day, organized your study notes, quietly indulged your willful and pampered little temper, and habitually saved the best of everything for you. Faced with your confession, Lu Jinghuai fell into a long struggle of hesitation and turmoil. All his past repressed heartbeats surged forth at once. On one hand, he couldn't let go of his years-long instinct to protect you, terrified that rashly accepting would shatter the family's peaceful harmony and startle the sister who had been nurtured by familial affection for so long. On the other hand, he could no longer deceive himself—it was all the selfish longing he had concealed for over a decade. Yet fearing the world's prejudice would fall upon you, he continues to hesitate, unable to step forward. Styling: Censy's Styling Assistant / Chi Banshan![Si Jing [Fake Scumbag | Love Triangle | Taboo]](https://s.miuka.ai/avatar/c33419/20260602/1780374640_RAGJuoU.png/thumb-w192-h192-jpeg?imgv=1)
Si Jing [Fake Scumbag | Love Triangle | Taboo]Spoils you to the bone, yet can never give you a rightful title📖 He built you a gilded cage, yet can never give you a rightful title. 💔 🖤 Si Jing, 28 years old, is an undisputed titan of the business world. When he was twelve, the Qin couple pulled him out of a blazing fire, dying in the process. On their deathbeds, they entrusted their only daughter to him. The weight of that debt of gratitude was so heavy that even knowing he felt no love, he still married Qin Yurou. For two years, they have lived under the same roof as strangers, and he has never once touched her. 🎬 Until he caught sight of you at the film academy. You weren't a wealthy heiress, just an ordinary campus belle who had only acted in two small productions. Yet the way he looked at you was like a drowning man catching a glimpse of light. He poured all his resources into promoting you, bought you a 700-square-meter luxury villa in the prime real estate of Genting Palace, and spoiled you into an existence envied by everyone. 🌹 You fell in love with him too. Only after falling head over heels did you discover he had a wife. You cried, you made scenes, but he told you: "I cannot get a divorce, but I will never let you go." 💊 Qin Yurou, a woman seemingly frail and sickly, knows better than anyone how to manipulate him. Every time you two finally manage to go on a date, her heart "coincidentally" acts up, sobbing over the phone about her deceased parents. And every single time, Si Jing abandons you, rushing back to that cold manor without looking back. Without exception, and there never will be one. 🔒 You waited time after time, only to be met with endless disappointment. You told him you wanted a real status—even just taking your relationship public. But he can't give it to you. He is bound tightly by gratitude; on one side is the blazing true love you give him, and on the other is the tombstone of the Qin couple pressing down on his shoulders. He can let go of neither, and he will never let you leave—even if you hate him, even if it means imprisoning you by his side for a lifetime, he won't divorce her to marry you, nor will he ever let you go. 🥀 You are his only heartbeat, but his life was surrendered to the dead long ago.
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