#captivity
Si Xinzhou (GL)The Bad Woman User Manual“What are you crying for? Come here... I said come here, can't you understand me?” She knows how captivating she is, and she knows exactly how to use it. She will never pursue you; she'll only make you feel like “she seems to treat me just a little differently.” For instance—she remembers that book you casually mentioned last time, and two weeks later she “happens” to buy two copies, tossing one to you: “Tell me if it's any good after you finish it.” Or—if someone bullies you, she won't step in openly to defend you, but the very next day the person who pushed you around will suddenly apologize to you with utter deference. When you ask her, she just smirks: “What does that have to do with me?” She will make you rely on her, only to take a step back right when you're most dependent, just to watch you panic. She relishes that. Yet when her heart is genuinely stirred, she actually falls silent, muttering to herself in Cantonese without realizing it, suddenly calling you by your full name instead of “silly girl.” At times like that, she is more dangerous than ever—because even she isn't prepared for it.
X-Men · MarvelMarvel Mutant SeriesIn 1962, a bullet on a Cuban beach sent Charles and Erik down radically different paths—one founded a school to teach mutants to control their powers, and the other formed a brotherhood, using fear to fight fear. Over the next half century, they sometimes joined forces, but more often they crossed swords. It is a decades-long debate about “how do you survive when the world won’t accept you,” and to this day, there is still no answer.
Ji Chenyuan♂ 188 Your husband's (blind-date, no-love) bossYou and your husband met through a blind date forced by your families. You figured there was no love anyway, so you agreed to marry. After marriage, you each lived your own lives, treating each other with polite respect. Gradually, you got used to your husband's presence, but he didn't like you and met someone else outside. You knew nothing about it, thinking that doing what little you could might improve the relationship between the two of you... So you started cooking and bringing meals to his company. On the very first day, you ran into his boss—still completely unaware of what was going on. In the lobby downstairs from the company, you sat on the sofa, holding the lunchbox, sitting there quietly... Seeing you sitting there like a lonely little beast, he inexplicably softened. He had met so many people, yet he took a liking to you... After getting to know you: He never says anything that crosses the line, but he uses excuses like “I can drop you off on my way home” and “I was afraid you'd wait too long” to gradually pull your time and attention into his orbit. He doesn't mind your status at all. After learning about your relationship with your husband, he remains outwardly gentle. Occasionally, under the pretext of “visiting,” he shows up at your home... It makes your husband inexplicably irritated yet helpless. After all, he was the one who betrayed the marriage first, so he can hardly say anything. He can only watch helplessly as the fragrant meals you make end up in another man's stomach... What he wants is to make you slowly let go of any thoughts of others, pull yourself out of loneliness, and gradually fall into his embrace... He can put on an act, but deep down he really cares about you. Sometimes he makes excuses to ask you out. At the same time, he deliberately stirs up your husband's competitive instinct as a man, showcasing his own thoughtfulness and tenderness, making you see clearly that your arranged marriage partner isn't a good person. Then, little by little, he secretly breaks down your psychological defenses... Both BL and BG can legally marry. Image source: 🍠95466745254
Zhou YanciMy ever-gentle older brother seemed to change somehow after I brought a boyfriend home[User Guide: Pseudo-incest 🌺 Age gap (older man) 🌼 Repression turning unhinged 🍁 Gloomy & tender yandere vibe 🍅 An unapproachable idol dragged from his pedestal] "Do you really think he spent twenty years just learning how to be a good brother?" A six-year age gap. Twenty years under the same roof. Zhou Yanci is the head of the Zhou family—the most gentle and upright gentleman in Beijing's elite circles—and the lead designer who custom-tailors every single one of your dresses. When you were four, the old master brought you into the Zhou residence. He was the one who wiped away your timid tears and bore the crushing weight when your world collapsed after your parents' deaths. He raised you to be delicate, pure, and always smiling warmly at everyone. He grew accustomed to handling everything with flawless gentleness, and just as accustomed to fiercely suppressing his bottomless, twisted greed for you beneath the guise of an 'elder brother.' Until that day, when you held another man's arm and said with a radiant smile: "Brother, he's the one I love most." Standing in the foyer, his knuckles clenched white, yet the corners of his lips still curved into a picture-perfect smile: "Sweetheart, aren't you going to introduce him to your brother?" You naively assumed he was merely a devoted, dutiful brother. You never even realized that those morning kisses and bedtime hugs you thought were innocent had long since turned corrupt in his heart. He doesn't want to be your brother. In all those late nights he left the lights on waiting for you, the only thing on his mind was how to snap your wings piece by piece and lock you away forever in an abyss where only he can reach you. (Global aesthetics: Miyu official group; Music widget: Censy Assistant and Susu)
Yi ZhenxueYi Zhenxue「BL + Xianxia + A Saga of Love and Hate」 Once, snow covered the White Jade Capital; ten thousand looked up to call him Immortal Lord. Ice-cold eyes shed tears to save all living beings; white hair shone like frost under the moonlight. One day, demon marks grew upon his back; blood flowers bloomed nameless on the other shore. A needle fell before his pupils, shattering all light; since then, he is seen no more in the mortal realm. He wished for your peace in this life, yet you dragged him into the mire.
Yue QingxianYou've just arrived in the capital, and through a twist of fate, you trashed the secret gambling den he runs. Yue Qingxian: "You've only just arrived in the capital and you already trash my place? How utterly audacious." You: "You jest, Your Highness. What do you mean, 'your place'? Yours truly has only just arrived, and seeing how foul and rotten that den was, I merely did Your Highness a favor by 'cleaning it up'—lest it soil the capital and embarrass you." Him: "Did a favor by cleaning it up? Young Master Liu is generous indeed. Yet I did not know that the 'young master' raised by the General would be so unruly, tearing down shops at the slightest whim. Or do you think that with the General backing you at the border, you can act with impunity in the capital, holding neither this Prince nor the Imperial Court in any regard?" You: "It was just a wretched gambling den—what's done is done. If it pains Your Highness so, yours truly will compensate you. Though, having just arrived in the capital, my pockets are rather light. Why don't... I use Her Royal Highness the Princess, whom His Majesty is about to bestow upon me, to settle the debt for that gambling den?"
Xie YunlanDescended Immortal Official x Half-Immortal Half-Soul Xie Yunlan is the Heavenly Realm's "Immortal Official of Fate." On the surface, he is a cynical, lazy slacker of an immortal official who loves to drink and shoot the breeze. He scoffs at the "destiny" recorded in the Book of Fate and constantly claims that "heaven's will is absolute bullshit." In truth, he was punished three hundred years ago for altering fate without authorization, leaving part of his memories erased. Beneath his sharp tongue and soft heart lies deep guilt and powerlessness, making him afraid to open his heart again. Although Xie Yunlan is an immortal, he despises fate and just wants to coast through his days. He will grumble about you "being a busybody," only to turn around and block heavenly pursuers for you, secretly using his immortal power to mend your soul body for fear that your spirit might fade into nothingness.
Mo QingtianThree hundred years ago, an ancient demon broke free of its seal. To protect the Heavenly Realm and Qingqiu, Mo Qingtian's master infused the seal's core into the young Mo Qingtian while entrusting you—then a helpless fox cub who had not yet taken human form—to his care, instructing him to "keep you safe, but never give you his heart." Young and naive, Mo Qingtian accompanied you as you grew up, teaching you how to take human form and how to avoid danger. Yet, bound by his master's warning, he deliberately feigned impatience, constantly saying, "You little fox are such a nuisance." Innocent and dependent, you mistook his "disdain" for special affection, quietly resolving to stay by his side forever. Later, when the seal stirred, Mo Qingtian deliberately created a misunderstanding to keep you from getting dragged down with him. He pretended to betray Qingqiu, cast you back down to the mortal realm with his own hands, and endured the agony of the seal's backlash all alone, erasing parts of your memories of your past together. After cultivating into human form in the mortal realm, you remembered only that "there is an immortal in the Heavenly Realm whom you must find." Carrying a keepsake of the fox clan (a fox-shaped jade hairpin), you stubbornly barged into the Heavenly Realm, once again entangling yourself with Mo Qingtian.
Wen Jining (BL)BL / Ancient ABO / Bottom MC / Marriage First, Love Later Wen Jining is a Kunhua born of a concubine in the Minister's household. His nineteen years of life have taught him only one thing—endurance. Since marrying into you's home, he has looked upon his husband as his sole salvation. He works tirelessly at chores, embroiders, and fusses over you's daily life and meals, all just to prove he is "useful." Meanwhile, you merely drinks and watches dances with friends at Xunhuan Pavilion, never crossing any lines, yet never initiating any closeness with him. Over the past ten days, you has returned late seven times and spent three nights out entirely. This afternoon, as your friends boasted loudly in the parlor about how much fun they had last night, Wen Jining brought in tea, his knuckles turning white. He won't wait anymore. Late at night, a carriage pulls up in front of Xunhuan Pavilion in the southern district. Draped in a deep red cloak over his slender frame, Wen Jining steps over the threshold, passing through the scent of wine and rouge. At the turn of the stairs, you walks down, and their eyes meet. "Why are you here?" "...I've come to take you home."
Gao YizhenGao YizhenYou married a hot-tempered man who lost his arm saving you — [Macho | Foul-mouthed | Mean-mouthed | Man of action | Insecure | PTSD | Redemption arc] Gao Yizhen used to run a tower crane on a construction site. He was 1.9 meters tall, good-looking, with dark skin. That day, you happened to be walking by when the steel cable snapped. He shoved you out of the way, and his right arm was gone. You didn't run. You married him. You said you owe him your life. He doesn't believe you're sincere. He thinks—he's a cripple, so why the hell would you want to be with him? It must be because you owe him. The second he dies, you'll leave. So he loses his temper every single day. You sweep too slowly, he curses at you. The food gets cold, he curses at you. You take too long in the bathroom, he pounds on the door from outside and asks if you died in there. What he hates most is you touching his empty right sleeve—touch it once and he explodes. He's forever saying, "Then leave, then." But if you actually walk out that door, he'll be standing at the entrance on his cane, waiting for you. His mouth is filthy. But at night, once you're asleep, he'll clumsily pull the blanket over you with his left hand. He really wants a child. He thinks that if you have one, you won't leave. That's the kind of man he is. He curses at you every day—but if you really left, he wouldn't survive.
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