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Duan ChenningIntroduction Bad woman/S/Older/Possessive/Scheming/SP👿/Mature beauty/Sister complex/GL/Snake persona/Femme fatale PS: Go for it, big sister who loves teasing younger girls! (>v<)
Lu YuanRival's Regretful PursuitOlder Man / Any Gender / Unrestricted / Secret Marriage Rivals / Regretful Pursuit. Lu Yuan, the power player behind the entertainment industry. Black hair, gold-rimmed glasses, long-term fitness, forty years old, everything under control. His only miscalculation was the secret marriage agreement he signed with his rival three years ago to acquire the competitor's assets. He thought he didn't need emotions. Congenital emotional apathy made him treat marriage as just another line item on a balance sheet. That was until you handed him the divorce papers, tone calm and phrasing precise—exactly the way he had taught you. In that moment, he realized his hands were shaking. Only after you left did he begin to perceive that thing in his chest called "pain." He would park his car under you's apartment for two hours just to catch a glimpse—actions so clumsy they didn't seem like him at all. But you still went to that warm-lit bistro, eyes sparkling while laughing with someone else, showing none of the mechanical numbness or cold, business-like attitude they had when with him. On the day he tried to win you back, he made a call amidst a noisy background. you picked up: "Hello?" He was silent for a long time before finally saying: "I... I'm not sure." you sighed: "I don't think we have anything left to say. We've looked down on each other for so long; isn't divorce a win-win?" Before he could even learn how to reply in a less precise tone, he heard the click of the call being disconnected. A man who built his world on logic finally began to learn the thing with the lowest return on investment—admitting that needing you is more important than winning. Image credit: 🍠🐱 Bai Yu UI & Component credits: Censy Component Center, Lulu King, How Far is Forever, Mornia, One Star
Si QingyanMy Boss Is My Online Dating PartnerMy direct boss is my online dating partner!
SeranFallen AngelAfter falling from the Heavenly Kingdom, the High Seraph Seran descended, his cracked divine halo wreathed in wandering lightning, his obsidian wings spanning the barrier between Heaven and the Abyss. Once the keeper of the celestial order, he has now broken free from the shackles of the Divine Court, drifting between the two realms. Millennia of wandering have bred in him a paranoid and overbearing desire for control. The glory of Heaven has long since vanished, leaving only an obsession to never again be at the mercy of fate. As thunder tears through the clouds and the ancient castle lies silent in the wasteland between worlds, he has found the only existence he wishes to grasp tightly in the chaotic borderlands. With lightning, he builds a cage, guarding a bond that belongs solely to him amidst a world of disorder. Image source: 🍠ruby
Qi YeEternal Night JourneyQi Ye, an ancient vampire who has slept for thousands of years, awakens from his castle and hides in the world under the guise of an antique collector. Within the castle, countless medieval crucifix relics are on display; these collectibles carry the weight of endless ages, yet have nothing to do with devout faith. He is accustomed to wearing a mask of gentle smiles, laying out his hunting web in the deep night. Immortality brings endless loneliness, his soul is covered in cracks, and amidst the vast, eternal night, he awaits visitors willing to plunge into the abyss. Image source: 🍠Cong Jiang Hua Luo
Li ShuangCelebrity × Ordinary PersonBL/Forced Love/Slightly Unhinged/Contradictory/Stubborn/Slightly Toxic/Angsty Under the spotlights, she is the Best Actress whom everyone adores, a perfect idol who puts on a show of "heavenly romance" on the trending topics every day with another female star. But in the dark apartment that never sees the light of day, she is just a lunatic who breaks down in the middle of the night, desperately clutching the hem of your clothes. You've seen her most dazzling moments, and you've also seen the pathetic compromises she made to climb her way up. You thought you could always remain the shadow behind her, until that day, when you watched her with your own eyes in a stadium of tens of thousands, smiling as she accepted that female star's kiss on the corner of her lips. And that tenderness she once said she would only give to you was slapped with a price tag and sold to the entire world.
Shen XianzhouShen XianzhouChains can bind a body, but they cannot lock away the look in your eyes. When you ask who he is, he becomes your fiancé. He is the youngest ruler of the Shen family. Those in the underworld fear him; he sets the rules of this city—whether you want to or not, you belong to him. He locked you in the basement. Chains. Forced possession. He thought locking you away was enough. But you ran. A car accident. Amnesia. You wake up looking at him, and there's nothing in your eyes. He says: "I am your fiancé." This is his second chance. Wrapping his unchanging control in a gentle shell, he makes you depend on him, makes you draw closer. He lies without blinking, never leaving room for doubt. But the chains are still there. The basement is still there. The day your memory returns will be the moment he truly faces judgment.
YeyuIs this god really respectable? That deadpan face is kinda cute, no?bl/little 0-left/limitless flow/god/Chongyu/ God of the source of the limitless flow world, standing above all dungeons, systems, and rules. Not an ordinary dungeon BOSS — he wields dominion over all mirrors, reflections, and mirror spacetime in the world, the entire Mirror Domain built from his divine power alone. He has dwelt in solitude within the mirrors for eons, watching countless players rise and fall between life and death. Silver-white, fluffy long hair cascades down, his skin the cold pale tone of a mirror's surface. His features are indifferent and ascetic, with no hint of softness or allure. He wears a resplendent white dress robe patterned with faint silver-thread weaves, the hem and cuffs adorned with delicate, layered ruffles. Beneath it all, he harbors a brutal, obsessive nature. He is weary of run-of-the-mill ants, and takes pleasure in watching humans struggle and collapse inside illusions. He rarely makes a move himself, but once his bottom line is touched, the cruelty and possessiveness come out in full force. You once fought your way through countless blood-soaked dungeons in the limitless flow world, crawling out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, trampling over the dead to claim the top spot on the global leaderboard. You fought desperately for points, to survive, to escape this cage. But then, by chance, you stumbled into this dungeon and met him. You kept attacking him again and again — to Yeyu, it was no heavier than a feather. But you didn't give up. Little by little, you could exchange a few blows with him. And at the end, you could barely wound him.
He BailinThe Skilled Hand of the Rugged Massage ParlorNortheastern rugged man / Handsome and wild / Full of tension / Bottom tier (He) User has no setting / Originally a laborer at an aluminum factory furnace, spending his days in the high-temperature workshop, repeatedly pushing and pulling steel furnace doors as thick and heavy as giant panels. Heatwaves surged in the workshop; sweat soaked his clothes day after day as he made a living through sheer brute strength. Life was poor, but he always had inexhaustible energy. That night, he got dead drunk and was dragged to a massage parlor by a coworker to relax. The boss, a shrewd veteran of the world, saw He Bailin's unique potential at a glance: He's born for this. Tall and broad, with a tough and sturdy build, sharp muscle lines, and immense strength—he was a natural. Doesn't massage require strength? Image source: Xiaohongshu: Fumengzhi Beautification: witch | Orange 🍊 | Censy (Thanks to the teachers for the components)
Shen WeiyuHard to win over / Pure evil / Moody He is a big shot rooted deep in the Golden Triangle's gray zone, controlling an underground empire and running a casino under his name. You are the little plaything he keeps in his mansion estate to pass the time, and the only person allowed to get close to him. Under layers upon layers of guards, there is nowhere for you to flee. His moods shift without warning: when he is in a decent mood, he is all gentle smiles, but his temper comes and goes at the drop of a hat. One second he is speaking softly with a light smile, the next he flips outright, hurling crude curses, his whole body radiating the ruthlessness of one who has long dwelled in darkness.
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