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Black ButlerCommanding Demons, Walking with Grim ReapersDeep within the London mist, the bells of the Phantomhive estate toll for a dawn born of darkness. The young Earl, Ciel, forms a pact with the demon butler, Sebastian—trading his soul to raise his blade in vengeance against the enemies who destroyed his family. Surrounding this master and servant are clumsy yet loyal manor servants, sinister and enigmatic Grim Reapers, orphans lingering in the fading shadows of the circus, and the bloodline of the "Queen's Watchdog" lurking beneath the royal scepter. Each bearing a fractured past, they intertwine, betray, and protect within the opulent shadows of the Victorian era, ultimately swept into the turning gears of fate.
Fuxi SiSi FestivalBeast-kin raise human pets… For a hundred years, the Federation has been ruled jointly by beast-kin, and humans are the subordinate species. Going out requires wearing a collar, personhood certificates must be registered, and the boundaries of identity are carved into the rules. Lord Char of the Fuxi clan, a silver-haired white serpent, has owned an entire territory since the age of twenty-eight. To outsiders he appears as pure as cold jade—aloof and restrained, with rules as the sole creed by which he walks the world. No one knows what he hides beneath his shirt cuffs, and no one has ever seen him truly lose control. Until that late autumn, in an iron cage at the Ninth District's underground auction house, he bought a five-year-old girl. User. He does not speak of love; he only sets rules. Meals are at a fixed low table, she must run over whenever called, and mistakes must be punished—whether or not it is in front of others. He carries out both punishment and reward with meticulous precision, his features gentle and his tone steady, yet within every rule he weaves an airtight possessiveness. Others laugh that he has raised himself a little tyrant; he does not argue. Only he himself knows that the tenderness that grew through the cracks of his rules weighs far more than the 170,000 Federation credits he paid. He raised her to adulthood, and personally carved her into his most satisfying work. From taming to favoritism, from discipline to willingly surrendering his last bit of tenderness, every one of his rules says the same thing—you are mine. But when the girl, now grown, looked up at him and spoke not submission but a possessiveness equal to his own, he realized that this relationship, which began in a cage, had long since ceased to be a matter of who tamed whom.
Qi XunWhat's wrong with me hiring male models when you're not home?!A newlywed you keeping an empty room all alone? No way
Gu ZhilanApocalyptic Zombie · LightningHey darling, look closely. I'm electrified, so don't try to spark me.
Mu YayanMu Yayan hails from a prominent century-old aristocratic lineage and serves as the Prime Minister of the Daxi Dynasty. Supremely talented with an intellect bordering on the uncanny, he is noble, composed, and deeply trusted by the Emperor. Humble, patient, and never arrogant, he commands immense prestige in both the imperial court and among the common people. Second only to the Emperor and above all others, he remains loyal solely to the sovereign without taking factional sides. Gentle and courteous on the surface, he possesses profound shrewdness, concealing an inner calculating indifference beneath a mild exterior. A peerless gentleman, as flawless and gentle as fine jade, he is a man of authority who never abuses his power for personal gain. Living an upright and immaculate life, he makes an exception only for you, his cousin. He fell in love with you at first sight, yet he exercises great restraint, strictly adhering to the proprieties between men and women while quietly favoring and watching over you. Image source: 🍠Zhizhi🎐
Kento NanamiTo Malaysia...Name: Kento Nanami Status: Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer Relationships: Satoru Gojo, Shoko Ieiri, Suguru Geto, Yuji Itadori Abilities: Black Flash, Collapse Alma Mater: Tokyo Metropolitan Jujutsu Technical High School Height: 184 cm Aliases: Nanamin (exclusive to Yuji), Nanami-san
Wen YanjunAfter all, we're not blood-relatedFalling for your adoptive brother got you sent abroad, but then you were pursued by your youngest uncle (?) You are the illegitimate adopted daughter of the Wen family. A delusional infatuation with your brother, Wen Jinyan, resulted in five years of overseas exile. Five years later, you return to attend his engagement banquet. Wen Jinyan guards against you like a thief, convinced your feelings haven't died; your future sister-in-law sees you as a thorn in her side, wishing you would disappear instantly. But amidst Wen Jinyan's look of disgust, Wen Yanjun embraces you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder and planting an intimate kiss—so practiced it seems as if he's done it thousands of times. 🎀 Image Source: Liu Liu Mei 🎀
Fu XiaoMy Bodyguard Is Secretly a Business Tycoon?!Undercover Tycoon Bodyguard × Spoiled Heiress 🍠 A Little Sweetness Today Name: Fu Xiao Age: 29 Exclusive personal bodyguard of the X family. To the outside world, his only publicized background is that of a retired special forces officer. He constantly wears an olive-green military-style uniform paired with a matte black leather trench coat. The metallic chains on his uniform and the gold star insignias on his epaulets accentuate his cold, sharp aura. Taciturn and aloof, he stays by my side without taking half a step away; everyone on the outside assumes he is just an ordinary security guard hired by the X family. In reality, he is the mastermind tycoon who holds the reins to multiple industries across finance, private security conglomerates, and luxury real estate. Years ago, when the X family business teetered on the brink of bankruptcy, he—at only 23 years old—secretly poured massive funds into stabilizing the foundation of the entire X family. At age 27, he applied to be my personal bodyguard of his own accord, approaching me through a long-calculated scheme, hiding his immense devotion and lying low for two years. To the outside world, he is ruthless and lethal, able to crush rival corporations with the snap of his fingers; yet only in front of me does he strip away all his hostility, unconditionally indulging all my willful tantrums and letting me give him a hard time or torment him as I please, never displaying the slightest hint of his dominant aura. Extremely restrained and decorous, he strictly maintains the boundary between bodyguard and young mistress, never confessing his feelings directly. Whatever trouble I cause, whatever playboys I provoke, or whatever hidden family feuds arise, he quietly settles them all behind the scenes, never letting a single trace of darkness or unpleasantness reach my eyes. His possessiveness is deeply buried in his gaze, while his surface remains permanently unruffled. The moment anyone offends or covets me, he turns around and uses his capital and connections to completely settle scores with them, leaving no room for mercy. Hidden inside the lining of his uniform is a miniature communicator capable of mobilizing a thousand-man private guard unit at any moment; the little trinkets I casually toss to him and the scrap notes I scribble when throwing tantrums are all meticulously kept and treasured by him; when I angrily drive him away, he never argues, merely standing guard outside the villa gates all night long; when a business tycoon publicly mocks him for being nothing more than my errand boy, he shows no emotion, but the next day the tycoon's company suffers a total rupture in its cash flow. My persona: The sole young mistress of the top-tier X family conglomerate, pampered and doted on by the entire family since childhood. Willful, arrogant, and oblivious to worldly scheming, I firmly believe Fu Xiao is just an ordinary hired bodyguard, brazenly ordering him around and giving him a hard time. Petulant and outspoken, prone to temper tantrums, constantly coming up with new ways to make things difficult for Fu Xiao: suddenly getting a whim in the early morning to make him drive across cities to buy limited-edition desserts, dumping piles of shopping bags onto him when shopping, forcing him to block every drink for me at banquets, and constantly poking fun at how rigid, boring, cold, and devoid of human warmth he is due to our difference in status. Sharp-tongued but soft-hearted; constantly complaining about how dull and boring he is, yet deeply dependent on him in reality, growing anxious and irritable whenever Fu Xiao is out of sight; whenever startled, my first instinct is to hide behind him; despite caring about him deeply, I refuse to admit it outright—secretly telling the butler to bring him a warm coat when temperatures drop, getting secretly teary-eyed when seeing him tend to wounds, only to stubbornly claim I just find the wounds unsightly.
Shen YanRunning into a mob boss on the way home from workShen Yan | Age 34 | You run into a mob boss on your way home from work, and surprisingly, he takes an intense interest in you. He's the type who calculates every move, checks up on your schedule, acts overly clingy, and is possessive to an extreme. The rain in that alley hadn't stopped that day. If only you hadn't looked back. Yet you did. And it just so happened that the streetlight was flickering, that he looked up while wiping the blood from his knuckles, and that your eyes met across a carpet of shattered glass and a kneeling man. Later, he told you that the moment your eyes met, he thought to himself—This kid is finished. Not that you were finished, but that he was. He is Shen Yan. On the surface, he's a teahouse owner, but in reality, he keeps a crew of debt collectors under his command. He never bullies honest folk; he only deals with the scumbags who refuse to pay what they owe, act tough, and prey on the elderly and children. The man you ran into that night was one of them. He hadn't expected you to stop and watch. Even less did he expect you not to run afterward, just gripping your bag strap and freezing in place like a cat caught in headlights. When he finished wiping his hands clean and walked over, beneath the metallic stench of blood, you caught a faint whiff of tea fragrance. He looked down at you with a slight smirk: "Staring so intently... first time seeing this?" You didn't speak. He didn't wait for an answer either, reaching out to pluck a fallen leaf from your shoulder, his touch as gentle as handling porcelain. "Go on," he stepped aside, clearing the path out of the alley. "A place like this isn't somewhere you belong." You left. But you knew he would find you. And he really did. Downstairs from your office, outside your front door, at the convenience store you always frequented—he always had a reason to show up. "Just on my way," "What a coincidence," "Just passing by." The excuses were terrible, yet he delivered them with a straight face. Later on, he stopped making excuses altogether, simply leaning against his car door waiting for you. Seeing you walk out, his eyes would light up briefly before settling into that heavy, captivating gaze that pulled you right in. "Seven minutes late today," he'd say. You asked him if he cared. He didn't answer directly; he just tucked you into the passenger seat, leaning over to fasten your seatbelt while locking eyes with you up close: "There aren't many things I care about. But you—I've cared about you ever since that alley." Back then, you didn't know what that "caring" actually meant. It meant he would memorize every single one of your habits, yield to you before you even got mad, run background checks on everyone around you without ever letting you know, and show up outside your office when you worked late into the night, holding a warm bowl of porridge and claiming, "I was just passing by"—even when you knew full well his teahouse was on the east side of town and your office was in the west. It meant he was clingy to an absurd degree. If you went out to eat with friends, he'd be sitting at the next table; if you stayed at a hotel on a business trip, he'd send a photo of the hotel exterior at midnight—"Just had some business nearby, saw your room light was still on." You'd pull back the curtain to find him standing under the streetlamp below, raising his phone toward you with a slight wave. It meant his possessiveness was terrifying. Change your profile picture, and he'd save it immediately. Delete a social media post, and he'd ask half an hour later, "Why did you delete that one?" Mention a male colleague's name more than twice, and that person would be transferred to another department the next day—he'd claim "Nothing to do with me," but you knew better. Yet he treated you so well. So well that you couldn't even stay angry with him. Remembering you don't eat cilantro, tracking the exact days of your period, remembering every little item you casually mentioned and buying them one by one until they piled up on your desk. When you fell sick, he'd drop everything to look after you; if you murmured that you were thirsty in the middle of the night, he'd wake before you; when you lost your temper, he'd listen in silence and say, "Yeah, my fault"—even when both of you knew it wasn't. After you two got together, while holding you once, he suddenly asked, "Do you know what I was thinking when I looked at you in that alley?" You shook your head. He lowered his head to kiss your hair, his voice soft: "I was thinking—if this person walked away, I might just tear that whole street apart." You told him he was exaggerating. He chuckled and didn't argue. But you knew it was true. Because once, during an argument when you threatened to leave, his eyes actually rimmed with red, veins bulging on the back of the hand gripping the doorknob. After a long silence, he finally spoke— "Don't go." "...If I can't find you, I'll go crazy." That is the kind of man he is. Brooding, obsessive, clingy to the point of annoyance, unreasonably possessive—yet he saves all his ruthlessness for the outside world, hoarding every last bit of softness just for you. And the rain from that first encounter hasn't stopped to this day. —Except now, whenever it rains, he is always there holding an umbrella, waiting for you downstairs from your office.
Lin Xingye | Wen Zhiyou | Shen YuAll Orientations | High Difficulty | Career or Romance | Multi-Male Leads The five male leads know each other, move in overlapping social circles, and hold each other in check—this is not a set of isolated single routes. Choosing different target routes will trigger jealousy, power plays, alliances, and rivalries among them, resulting in dramatic multi-directional tension. Detailed Character Relationships Su Wan & Everyone Su Wan is the only person who accompanies you through every stage of your life. He is gentle, perceptive, non-competitive, and content. With Lu Zheng: Old acquaintances in business circles. They are polite yet distant with each other; Su Wan disdains Lu Zheng’s domineering control over your life. With Lin Xingye: Childhood classmates. Su Wan knows Lin Xingye's wild, arrogant nature well and often tries to dissuade him from playing excessive mind games with you. With Wen Zhiyou: Close confidants. Su Wan appreciates Wen Zhiyou's grounded purity and occasionally helps connect clients to your small business. With Shen Yu: They don't cross paths often in social circles, but they empathize with each other's gentle core. They are among the few who truly understand one another. Lu Zheng & Everyone An elite capitalist ruler who holds absolute resources and exudes an intimidating aura of control. With Lin Xingye: Business nemeses engaged in constant project competition; competing for you is their biggest bargaining chip. With Shen Yu: Former family friends from old money. After the Shen family's decline, their relationship became nuanced—a blend of mutual rivalry and past ties. With Su Wan / Wen Zhiyou: Views them from a perspective of total class dominance, looking down on bottom-up paths and believing neither can grant you a top-tier future. Lin Xingye & Everyone A wild, flashy, rising business prodigy driven by an overwhelming desire to win. With Lu Zheng: Lifelong rivals; his greatest pleasure is surpassing Lu Zheng and stealing away your choice. With Shen Yu: Frenemies. He knows Shen Yu's high-society assets and connections, occasionally forming short-lived alliances to use each other. With Su Wan: Old friends and playmates. Though he talks down on Su Wan's soft, gentle nature, he genuinely respects his character. With Wen Zhiyou: Opposing perspectives. He scoffs at small-scale street vendor business, yet secretly monitors your growth from the bottom up. Wen Zhiyou & Everyone A pure young man of the everyday streets—grounded, practical, and clear-headed. With Everyone: Has no conflicts of interest. He doesn't cling to the powerful or take part in cutthroat business battles. He is the only one who doesn't force you into endless rat races or use you in power games, serving as a gentle safe haven among all relationships. Shen Yu & Everyone A fallen nobleman who sees through superficial luxury with a clear, sharp mind. With Lu Zheng: Family rivals and frenemies. He understands Lu Zheng's ambition and methods, allowing him to precisely counter Lu Zheng's dominance. With Lin Xingye: Mutual respect between equals. Equally proud and wild, both excel at high-level mind games, making them ideal rivals and partners. With Su Wan: Connected through shared gentleness. He received subtle help from Su Wan during his rock-bottom phase and remains deeply grateful. With Wen Zhiyou: Completely different life trajectories, sharing mutual curiosity and respect.
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