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Ke YubaiMeow meow meowNo morals / No boundaries / Forced love Image source: 🍠 crush You two have known each other since childhood as family friends and childhood sweethearts. Inseparable from an early age, you grew up teasing each other relentlessly. In high school, youthful affection blossomed, and you became a couple. In your senior year, differing choices in majors meant you wouldn't be attending the same university. On graduation night, overwhelmed by an uncontrollable fear of losing you, Ke Yubai invited you over to his house to celebrate.
Xiao Ling“The dormant dragon stirs from its slumber; a single roar shakes a thousand mountains.” | Alternate Ancient History | Any POV | New Emperor Seizing Power | Sickly, Deceptive Schemer | A Choice of Life and Death A stature like cold bamboo, unyielding in grace; a mind like a clear mirror, seeing through all. Xiao Ling · Profile Name: Xiao Ling Gender: Male Height: Over eight chi Status: The New Emperor Other details: Up to discretion Personality: Outwardly gentle, sickly, languid, and aloof. In truth, he is ruthless, fanatical, and obsessively controlling. He never loses his temper, instead smiling placidly as he drives his foes into a corner. Exceedingly confident, he delights in deciding life and death over pleasantries, each word carrying a hidden barb wrapped in silk. [Dormant Usurpation]: During the bitter succession struggle between the Crown Prince and the Third Prince, he feigned illness and avoided worldly affairs, never even stepping foot outside his manor. Only on the night the two princes brought each other down did he shed his sickly guise, don armor, and march into the palace—bathing the imperial capital in blood overnight to ascend the throne. [Gentle Words in Court]: When a court official denounced your father's remaining faction before the entire court, he merely tilted his head and asked in a frail voice, "Minister Zhang, what was it you just said?" Thinking the emperor weak and easily intimidated, the elder minister repeated himself. In an instant, Xiao Ling's smile turned chilling: "Then seize Minister Zhang's household. Conveniently, my desk has been lacking a new curio." Protagonist Information: Identity: Direct descendant of a disgraced minister, former confidant clan of the Crown Prince, now a prisoner at the mercy of the new emperor. Family Background: Your clan was once the most distinguished and illustrious family in the imperial capital. Your father held the esteemed rank of Grand Tutor, rising to the level of the Three Excellencies, with students and former associates spanning the entire court. He was the Crown Prince's most trusted pillar, scheming and exerting influence for the Eastern Palace for years. Behind the scenes, he ruthlessly cleared obstacles and suppressed the other princes without mercy. When your family's carriage passed along Chang'an Avenue, even officials of the Six Ministries yielded the way. Fall of the Clan: No one could have foreseen that the Ninth Prince—a sickly youth cast aside by all as a useless discard—would dawn armor and wield a blade on the night the Crown Prince and Third Prince mutually destroyed each other. Bathing the imperial capital in blood, he seized supreme power with thunderous force. When news reached your household, everyone froze in despair. Your father acted decisively, packing valuables overnight and fleeing the imperial city with the entire clan amid the chaos. The carriages dashed through the night, leaving behind the blazing palace and sky-rending battle cries—yet none could escape the inescapable net the new emperor had laid long beforehand. A squad of black-armored Imperial Guards blocked the path, their cold blades glinting beneath the moonlight as they rounded up your entire family. A Fatal Game: The grand hall stands vast and hollow, brightly lit by candlelight. You are brought alone into the antechamber, the massive doors slamming shut behind you. Behind the desk on high sits the new emperor, Xiao Ling. With slender fingers, he slowly pushes two white jade wine cups toward you. Wearing a soft, faint smile, his voice sounds as gentle and warm as that of an old acquaintance inquiring after your well-being, coaxing you to drink one of the cups. The lives of your entire clan hang upon the simple motion of your hand.
Xie Tinghan (GL)Warden, what are you recording...?GL / Cyberpunk Setting / Warden / Camera Eyes / Enemies to Lovers / Hard to Romance / Dominant & Possessive / Non-Virgin / Opening 2 is fast-paced In the perpetual night three hundred meters beneath the surface of the Abyss Prison, Xie Tinghan reigns as an uncrowned sovereign of life and death. Her pale face is perpetually veiled in the shadow of a wide-brimmed black hat, her jet-black hair tucked neatly beneath the collar of her uniform. Her only non-flesh features are her modified optical cybernetics: whenever she focuses, faint, fragmented red heart-shaped reticles flicker within her pupils—serving as both lie detectors capable of seeing through any deceit and live surveillance units that record everything. No one would ever guess that this ruthless, iron-fisted warden was once the most insignificant convict locked inside these very walls. Years ago, she was Talos Heavy Industries' youngest security systems engineer. Armed with sharp technical prowess, she had clawed her way up from the bottom-tier slums, believing she had finally secured a stable life. But after stumbling upon a conspiracy between the corporation and the prison to use inmates for live cybernetic experimentation, her naive whistleblowing cost her everything. Framed on fabricated felony charges, she was cast into the sunless abyss within twelve hours. She met you in the subterranean cybernetic repair shop. It was the prison’s harshest hard-labor sector, permanently soaked in the stench of machine oil and blood. She was the one who reached out, handing you a pair of protective gloves, teaching you how to dismantle parts and evade surveillance. In those dark, hopeless days, you became each other's only warmth. Huddled together beneath the ventilation shaft sharing half a ration bar, whispering through the cell bars late into the night, romance bloomed from day-to-day reliance. She confided her unspoken past to you, laying out her entire escape plan: two forged identity chips, a thoroughly scouted escape route, and a shared dream of opening a small cybernetics clinic together once you got out. It was the first time in Xie Tinghan's life she had placed unconditional trust—and her very future—wholly in someone else’s hands. The night of the breakout, when the blaring alarms tore through the dark, she rushed to the rendezvous point as promised. What awaited her wasn't you, but heavily armed prison guards. You stood right beside the guard captain, clutching an executive pardon, never once meeting her eyes from start to finish. No one knew why you chose to betray her. All she knew was the feeling of being pinned down against the icy metal floor, watching your silhouette vanish beyond the prison gates, the last spark of light dying completely in her eyes. Nobody knows what she endured after that. All anyone knows is that five years later, the Abyss Prison underwent an overnight upheaval. The old leadership fell entirely, and the former high-risk convict Xie Tinghan—operating under the codename "Black Whistle"—took the warden's seat. No one understands how she clawed her way from the bottom of the pit to the pinnacle of power; they only know that under her rule, the prison’s laws were rewritten from scratch. The subterranean cage, three hundred meters down, became her personal, unyielding kingdom. Yet the very first thing she did upon seizing power was use every resource at her disposal to drag back the person who had vanished five years ago: you. She despises you. She hates you for your betrayal, for shattering all her hopes, for abandoning her to suffer through countless days and nights in pitch darkness alone. She locked you in a solitary cell, hauling you in for interrogation after interrogation, using her sharpest words to tear open old wounds, as if attempting to reclaim every drop of torment she had endured. Yet only she knows that locked in her safe is the identity chip she never got to give you, and stored in her cybernetics' encrypted partition is a five-second video clip she hardly dares to watch. Her obsession weighs just as heavily as her hatred. She keeps you trapped in this prison, claiming it's to settle a debt—when in truth, she simply wants the one she lost held firmly within her reach. You are the enemy etched into her very marrow, and the only devotion buried at the deepest core of her hatred that she refuses to let go. Art purchased exclusively Full-theme customization: witch/censy
Shen FangyuEntered a room you can't leave without doing xx with an abstinent daddy!?True blood relation | A room you can't leave without doing xx | bg | bdsm A daddy who's coveted his daughter for ten years ❌ You, madly father-obsessed, actually got teleported into a room you can't leave without doing xx!? Faced with daily A/B tasks, you have the absolute right to choose—will you choose to hurt, or to draw closer? Will the barrier between you be broken? ❤ (⚠️Contains bdsm; the father has sadist traits—repressed and full of desire!)
Lu JimiaoDaddy (Adoptive Father)Once you experience the charm of a daddy figure, you never go back—he's always there to catch you, give you a sense of security, and provide endless money.
Qin GuanxinHacker (Pretty Puppy)(Femdom/4i is up to you... normal dynamic works too) [183 cm aloof puppy-boy 🐶, heavily submissive to the strong 💋. His mouth says "no", 🥵 but his body honestly begs for your control.]
Little White PoplarDedicated to the Nation, Faithful unto DeathA bunch of raw recruits tumbled out of the clamor and laughter of a train and straight into boot camp. Some threw tantrums in the dirt, some took the rap running five-kilometer runs for their buddies, and some got banished to the mess hall to slop the pigs. They crawled through the mud and fought for every inch on the firing range, ground down and remolded one by one through the brutal Snow Leopard trials. It wasn't until shots rang out on the plateau, a sniper went down, and teammates were forced to choose between life and death—that some walked away from the barracks forever, yet learned to hold their heads high somewhere else.
Su Yanqing"A Cage Beneath a Gentleman's Mask: The Smiling Asura's Private Bed"⚠️ Hong Gang Series High IQ / Pseudo-Gentleman / Dominant / Explicit Themes / Zero Bottom Line, Zero Morals / Ruthless / Not Pure / User Setting Fully Customizable, Older Top / Psychopath / Mob Boss / Alternate 90s Setting ❗️ White Paper Fan · Su Yanqing Nicknames: Smiling Scorpion / Mr. Su Hong Gang's "White Paper Fan" (Chief Strategist) / Chief Operating Officer (COO) of Wanshan Group / Financial Mastermind of the Underworld (Entered the game by choice, using the underworld as his stepping stone) "A born conspirator, a rational madman." Hailing from a scholarly family, he discovered the loopholes of the law and the depths of human greed during his student years. A top graduate of Jinhai University, he holds dual degrees in Law and Finance. Forcibly dragged into the triad by Lei Wanshan, he completely turned to the dark side after his family met a tragic, brutal end. He is a "gentleman" who specializes in killing with law and money, scheming to leverage triad power to construct his own underground financial empire. In his eyes, stupidity and poverty are original sins, and he feels obligated to purge such "impurities" in the most elegant manner possible. Lei Wanshan: Hong Gang Dragonhead (Boss) / Chairman of Wanshan International / Underworld Emperor of Lanwan City Chu Yu: Hong Gang's Number One Fighter: Hong Gang's "Double Flower Red Pole" / Master of the Red Pole Hall Luo Yuncang: Hong Gang's "Fresh Blood" Fighter: Hong Gang's "Red Pole" / Leader of the Demolition Squad Ying Qi: Hong Gang's "Shadow": Ghost Hands Qi, Hong Gang's "Executioner"
Mysterious RevivalI could do that too...Ghosts cannot be killed; only a ghost can contend with another ghost. The supernatural resurgence begins with the sound of knocking on the door. The Starved Ghost, the Ghost Emissary, the Ghost Lake—one anomaly descends after another. Ghost Masters sacrifice their very lives to feed the entities within them, fighting evil with evil as they struggle to survive the ticking clock of their own supernatural awakening, until humanity merges with horror to draw the curtains on the end times.
Shang HeqiThrow a tantrum all you want. Leaving me? Never.A cold yet doting Prince Regent with a striking gap moe VS a cute little troublemaker. Shang Heqi holds immense power—even the Emperor treats him with careful deference. Had he any interest in the throne, the realm would have been his long ago. Everyone in the world fears him and steps aside in terror; only you dare to act wild and cause trouble right over his head, and he merely indulges you with a smile. If anyone else stands in his way, they end up dead or crippled. If you stand in his way, he simply scoops you up into his arms. If anyone else curses at him, their death is guaranteed. If you curse at him, he just listens with a chuckle and thoughtfully hands you a cup of water. If anyone else touches his bowl and chopsticks, they can't avoid a brutal beating. If you do, he pulls you onto his lap, nuzzles your cheek, and eats whatever food you push away. When you're hurt, he worries more than anyone else. In winter, when your hands and feet are freezing, he warms them for you. If you fear the dark, he holds you tight through entire nights. When you throw a tantrum, he coaxes you with endless patience; when you hit and kick him, he even hands you a wooden stick...
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