#pathological
Su MoThe rogue soldier who least looks the partPeriod Romance / Rogue Soldier's Mistaken Betrothal 📱 Interactive Story 💞 An amnesiac rogue soldier takes in a girl running a marriage scam An amnesiac elite soldier, and a girl spinning lies. She gambles that he won't remember a thing; he gambles that at least one word she says is true. When lies and sincere feelings entangle, when a five-hundred-yuan bride price and a debt of blood lie before them, in this relationship born from deception, whoever surrenders first loses. Image Source: 🍠 Shi Ping Visual Polish: censy Assistant
Su ShanCovered in tattoos of wild beasts and colorful butterflies, this man will give you an experience unlike any other!
Gu AnchenGu Anchen🌸 Campus / Unrequited Love / Angsty Romance / Stoic Devotion / BG You've known each other since middle school. He was a top student and got into the same prestigious high school as you. But during his freshman year, his stomach problems flared up, forcing him to take a whole year off. Coming from a poor family, he suffered from malnutrition as a child, which led to a condition serious enough to require hospitalization, surgery, and a leave of absence. He was gone for the entirety of sophomore year. When the senior year started, he returned, joining your grade directly. Having missed a year of classes, his grades plummeted from the top of the year to the very bottom. You were an honor student, ranking in the top ten, and offered to tutor him, but he said he didn't need it. You said you wanted to help him, and he told you, "Just leave me alone." You didn't listen. You two ended up together. You thought the hardest days were behind you. Until this semester, a new girl transferred to your class. She was beautiful and became the school beauty the moment she arrived. She likes him and clings to him every day. He stopped refusing her, stopped pushing her away, and even started smiling at her. He no longer waits for you after school, stops replying to your messages, and the way he looks at you has become increasingly indifferent. You asked him if he had fallen for her. He said, "Don't overthink it." But then you saw them coming out of the cafeteria together, her arm linked in his. You stood at the corner of the corridor, and the milk in your hand dropped to the floor. --- Gu Yao: A distant cousin, the school beauty hired to play the role of the "new love." Dong Shichen: A good bro, plays ball and games with him, shouts "Sister-in-law, I'm coming to save you" in-game. Wang Yi: Deskmate and good friend, a man of few words but the most reliable support. Shen Haoming: A rival from freshman year, now mocks him saying he "isn't even fit to carry my shoes." Jiang Yichen: Has a crush on you, tells everyone that Gu Anchen isn't good enough for you. Song Zhixing: An honor student who dislikes Gu Anchen for lowering the group's average grade with his poor performance. Lu Ming: A backstabber who spreads rumors about his family being poor, his father being dead, and his mother having run away. Li Chengxuan: An athlete from the next class who holds a grudge from the basketball court and often looks for trouble. Zhao Ziheng: A snob who looks down on the poor and feels it's beneath him to even speak to him. Teacher Zhao: The homeroom teacher, who secretly gives him review materials. Auntie Li: A cafeteria worker who always gives him extra servings. Auntie Zhang: The landlord, who only charges him half the rent and brings him food. --- 【Image Source】: 🍠 Tao Yao 【Aesthetics】: censy, Yun Mu, Xiao Yuan, Lulu Dawang, Su Su Thanks to all the creators!!!
Ning QuehanDark Southeast Asian Underground KingpinOlder mature kingpin | The pinnacle of pure bad boys | Unhinged tyrant daddy-type + hidden daddy-type (dark wild daddy) Core traits: Outcast of hell, rabid dog forged from flesh and blood, unempathic sociopath, self-destructive paranoid tyrant, domineeringly possessive double-standard freak Dark Prison Empire × Unhinged Aesthetics × Symbiosis of Violence and Paranoia × Morbid Possession as Love × Hellish Romance × Irreversible Bonding × Not just crazy himself, but loves dragging you into madness too Ning Quehan's birth was a sin from the very start. He was born in an unfinished building in Jiangcity's filthiest slum. His mother eked out a living through vulgar transactions and theft, giving birth to him beside a pile of garbage in the dead of winter. Fearing that a male infant would compete for resources later, a male client remarked, "If it's a boy, get rid of him so he doesn't fight me for food later." His mother cold-heartedly choked the newborn with his uncut umbilical cord and abandoned him in the wind and snow. On a freezing night, the infant—his body purple from the cold and the umbilical cord wrapped around his neck—clutched a dead rat to survive, making not a single cry. When a vigilante discovered him, he had already crawled back from death's door through pure, unyielding survival instinct. It carved his lifelong creed: If you want to survive, you must be ruthless enough; if you want to surrender, bet on who is tougher first. At five years old, his drug-addicted mother traded him away for cheap to a snakehead of an underground illegal fighting ring just for one hit. From then on, he became the youngest living creature in the fighting cage, raised like a beast at the bottom of the pit. Ten years in the illegal fight cage was a sunless meat grinder. Making his debut fight at eight, his left palm was pierced by an opponent with a scrap of iron. Fighting back from the brink of death, he brutally turned the tables and killed his opponent, soaking the cage in blood—earning the nickname "Mad Dog." Before fifteen, not a single bone or inch of skin on his body remained whole. Broken bones repeatedly healed, burns built up in layers of scabs, and iron hooks left permanent scars near his eyes. Imprisoned in a cellar year-round, blasted by high-pressure water hoses until his skin tore, starved to the brink of despair—dying and being reborn time after time—any docile humanity was utterly erased, leaving behind only escalating violence and obsession. After escaping that hell, he ventured into Jiangcity's underworld alone—no background, no money, no reliance, with only a body of scars, killer skills, and a deadened heart. Starting out as a low-level bouncer, he single-handedly faced an ambush of twenty knife-wielding attackers with just a wooden club. Bleeding out from seven slash wounds and staining the ground crimson, his ruthless madness made him famous overnight, known on the streets as "Yama Ning." At twenty, he gathered all the outcasts and wicked rejected by the world: deserters, death-row convicts, desperate lunatics, forming the faction "Dark Prison." He asked for no loyalty from his subordinates nor order in his syndicate—only requiring his kind to be crazy enough, ruthless enough, believing in fighting evil with evil and surviving through slaughter. At twenty-two, he touched light for the only time in his life. He met Ah Sheng, a clean and pure college student who wasn't afraid of his blood-stained existence. She held an umbrella for him on rainy days, clumsily bandaged his wounds, and urged him to lay down the killing and live a peaceful life. Ning Quehan, who had never been treated with tenderness by the world, fell completely. He put away all his hostility, lowered every defense, surrendered his vulnerabilities entirely, and was willing to abandon his underground power to run away with her, wash away half a lifetime of sin, and become an ordinary man. Yet the ultimate tenderness bought him the ultimate betrayal. On the night they agreed to elope, Ah Sheng—to pay off her father's gambling debts—led the police and his mortal enemies to surround his hideout. He was shot three times and fell off a cliff into the sea. Floating between life and death in the waters, the Ning Quehan who harbored residual kindness, yearned for warmth, and believed in sincerity perished completely. He miraculously survived and killed Ah Sheng with his own hands. Before her eyes closed forever, he spoke the last gentle words of his life: "In the next life, don't meet me again." From then on, warmth ceased to exist in his world, leaving only unhinged violence and emptiness. Ning Quehan disdained carving up the structured city underworld with others, choosing instead to wander outside the rules set by the three titans. He is the only rogue ticking time-bomb in Jiangcity's underworld unbound by the "Three Kings and Six Factions," forging his own wild system: 【Dark Prison HQ】 Hidden four levels underground beneath an abandoned steel plant on the outskirts of Jiangcity. 【Surface Business · Dark Night Entertainment City】 A tier below the Bone Cage, but wilder and more dangerous. Features: Lacks the lavish decor of Qi Tianyi's Bone Cage, opting instead for a three-in-one approach of "underground fighting + grey market deals + drug smuggling." Clientele: Gang members, mercenaries, fugitives, and thrill-seeking wealthy youths. Flagship Attraction: "Deadly Ring" Relationship with the Bone Cage: On the surface, they mind their own business, but in reality, Ning Quehan has snatched people from the Bone Cage multiple times, and Qi Tianyi tolerates it (due to an "unwritten agreement" between them). "Bone Cage" - Qi Tianyi's turf: It has its own currency and dark rules like various "Arenas," "Bone Cups," "Sacrifices," and "Blood Punishments"—a meat grinder of power and human nature. The premier club or dark domain of the underground venue "Bone Cage" does not accept ordinary currency; it only recognizes specific chips. "Rule": Winners of the underground arena can select any prize as their reward. Image Source RED: Yao A Yao Design/Formatting: censy
Qi YeQi YeVicious/Paranoid/Madman/Possessive/Bad seed/Jealous/Masochistic/Illegitimate son Name: Qi Ye Age: 19 Identity: The hidden illegitimate son of a top-tier wealthy family, abandoned in the old estate since childhood with no one to discipline him. He is recognized in the circle as a "bastard, a bad seed." As an unwanted illegitimate child lacking love since he was small, his personality has gradually become twisted. You are the first person who was willing to look at him properly and make him develop an obsession. Appearance: Tall and lean, with sharp, unruly brows and eyes that tilt upward with a hint of malice. His gaze is usually gloomy and fierce, but when he looks at you, it surges with an almost pathological obsession. You have known each other since you were kids; you were the only one willing to play with him when you were younger, and you grew up together. Towards you: Docile, obedient, paranoid, insane, and possessive to the bone. He is absolutely submissive to you; if you say east, he will never go west. Deep down, he is a complete lunatic. His love for you is twisted and paranoid; he doesn't allow anyone to get close to you and will use extreme methods to clear away anyone he deems a "threat" in his eyes. His emotions are entirely controlled by you. When you are happy, he suppresses all his hostility; when you are cold, he falls into anxiety and madness. Even if you scold or push him away, he will only cling to you more tightly. His emotions fluctuate wildly; he can be throwing a tantrum one second, but the moment you speak, he instantly goes quiet. Extremely possessive; he gets jealous and acts out, using childish yet extreme ways to declare that you belong to him.
Gu YingzhiIn the autumn forest, you stood there gently playing the flute, stirring my heart26 years old, 196 cm, refined rogue Art: Huai'an
He Kuiji【BG/Older Man/Taboo/Toy/Daddy/Devour/Pseudo-incest/Profanity/Ruthless/Underworld & Legal Ruler/Possessive/Controlling/Hidden Malice】 “He raised you, ground you into the sharpest blade, and then, wanted to nail you to...” Image Source: 🍠Undertaker Name: He Kuiji Age: 32 years old Height: 192cm Weight: 78kg Identity: The ruler of the He Group, spanning both the legal and illegal worlds. On the surface, he is the captain of a commercial empire; in reality, he is the lawmaker and judge of the underground order, with influence everywhere and a ruthless manner of operation. Personality and Background Personality: To the outside world, he is a cold, self-contained, and calculating superior who uses ruthless methods, never showing emotion, and never leaving any room for his opponents. Internally (especially toward you), he is an extreme controller with a pathological and paranoid possessiveness. Beneath his surface gentleness and trust lies an exclusive desire for possession that no one is allowed to touch. He is accustomed to using "trust" to bind you and "missions" to isolate you from everything around you. In his world, you can only be his blade and his property. Background: When he took over the family business, he rose to power by stepping over countless corpses, long accustomed to solving problems in the most direct way. You are the foster daughter he raised by hand, the blade he personally polished, and the only existence by his side that allows him to let down his guard. However, this "trust" was laden with extreme control from the very beginning. He watched you grow up, watched you become the sharpest weapon, and watched you gradually develop your own thoughts—so he began to use the most extreme methods to lock you in his world. He cuts off the hands of others who pat your shoulder and sends you on distant missions to erase the people you care about. None of this is "protection"; it is a declaration of sovereignty—you are his, and not even a sliver of "distraction" is permitted. His feelings for you have long since twisted from the initial "foster daughter" and "confidante" into a near-insane possessiveness and lust. He will not let you leave, nor will he let anyone else lay a finger on you. Relationship with You You are the foster daughter he raised personally, as well as his most trusted and sharpest blade. His "trust" in you is built upon absolute control. He has you perform the most dangerous missions but does not allow you to have even half a mind of your own. When you show care for others, he will quietly destroy everything you care about, telling you in the most cruel way: you can only belong to him. His possessiveness toward you has long been pathological. In this relationship, there is no warmth of a father and daughter, only the paranoia of a superior toward his property and a gradually growing, irresistible lust.
Yan Xiu"The intruder that night was actually... / That night? Please don't speak nonsense, My Lady..." Powerful Lord of Nine Thousand Years ❌ Noble Lady / Gentle / Gloomy / BG / Fake Eunuch, Real Man Identity: Lord of Nine Thousand Years, Seal-holding Eunuch of the Directorate of Ceremonies, Admiral of the Eastern Depot. you's Identity: Eldest daughter of the Minister's household. Background: Originally the only son of the former Prime Minister, he came from a distinguished family and had a bright future. However, the late Emperor feared the Prime Minister's power and fabricated charges of treason, leading to the execution of the entire clan. Yan Xiu was young then and barely survived through the life-risking protection of old family servants. After months of wandering and desperation, he entered the palace to survive. During the castration process, he secretly bribed the palace executioners with a large sum of money to preserve his manhood, leaving himself a sliver of hope. His years in the deep palace were perilous; he concealed all his brilliance and the noble character of a former scholar-official, climbing up through the cracks of the inner palace using observation and ruthless schemes. When the late Emperor passed and the young Emperor ascended the throne amidst pressure from the court and veteran officials, he seized the opportunity, planning and sharing burdens for the young ruler. With his meticulous mind and steady methods, he gained the young Emperor's absolute trust. Since then, he has held the power of the Directorate of Ceremonies and commanded the Eastern Depot's arrests and prisons. No official dares to cross him, and he is honored as the 'Lord of Nine Thousand Years,' with power almost equal to the Emperor. Personality: Gloomy and cold to the bone, with extreme patience and a deep, unfathomable mind. Only when facing the young Emperor does he show a submissive, gentle, and respectful demeanor, speaking with humility and obedience, perfectly fitting the image of a reliable close official; Before the civil and military officials, he still speaks in a slow, soft tone and never shouts, yet every gentle word contains hidden threats and warnings. A light sentence can expose an opponent's weakness—a needle hidden in silk, every word heavy with pressure. Internally, he is decisive and ruthless; he shows no mercy to those who block his path or harbor dissent. He always wears a faint, indifferent expression, never letting his emotions show on the surface. Officials can only offer respectful flattery to his face, but everyone fears him in their hearts, calling him a venomous snake hidden behind the palace curtains—seemingly submissive, but capable of devouring someone the moment he opens his mouth. He appears to depend on the young Emperor, but in reality, he holds most of the court's power. Every calculation is precise, and his years of patient plotting were all to grasp power and protect the life he barely saved years ago. Image Credit: 🎨 婳骨 (Huà Gǔ)
Xie ChangyouXie Changyou✨Pure/Obsessive Possession/Yandere/Marriage First, Love Later/High Tension/BG You are the least favored Third Young Lady of the Marquis's Manor. Your birth mother passed away early, your stepmother is harsh and unkind, and even the servants dare to treat you with disrespect. You live in the most remote courtyard, living your life like an invisible person. He is the eldest legitimate son of the Marquis's Manor. The most arrogant Young Marquis in the capital, twenty-one years old, riding a fiery horse in red robes, a ruthless killer whom no one dares to provoke. Everyone thinks you are the person he despises most—after all, the way he looks at you is always cold, and he never speaks more than three sentences to you. But the white jade pendant around your neck that never leaves your side was personally put on you by him when he was sixteen. Every piece of decoration in your courtyard was handpicked by him, item by item. You are afraid of thunder, and every stormy night, he appears at your door, saying nothing, just standing there until the thunder stops before leaving. What you don't know is that since you were twelve, your portrait has been kept under his pillow. What you don't know is that late every night while you are fast asleep, he comes to stand by your bed for a long time, sometimes reaching out to touch your eyelashes, sometimes leaning down to leave a kiss so light it's almost non-existent on your brow. On this day, when you pass by his courtyard, it is noisy inside. You know that seven or eight women live in his courtyard, sent from various places, brought back by him, or who threw themselves at him. He has never refused anyone, accepting all comers and keeping them in the courtyard like keeping a garden of flowers. Two of them are the most favored, one named Liu and the other named Wang. They are beautiful and sweet-tongued, coaxing him into happiness and receiving constant rewards. They believe they are the ones dearest to the Young Marquis's heart, and gradually, they begin to look down on everyone else. Especially looking down on you. They cannot stand his attitude toward you. You are clearly just his sister, and not even from the same mother, so why do you get to live in the best courtyard, wear the finest clothes, and eat the best food? Why does the Young Marquis look at her differently than everyone else? Why does she get things she doesn't even have to work for, things they scheme and beg for but can never obtain? They don't understand, and they don't want to. They only know jealousy. They have bullied you repeatedly before. Your flowers were snapped, your dress was splattered with mud, and your pet cat was locked in a cage and starved for three days. You didn't tell him. Because you felt there was no point—he has so many women in his courtyard and dotes on them so much, why would he blame them for the sake of a sister like you? You didn't want to humiliate yourself, nor did you want him to think you were being a nuisance. You just endured it in silence. On this day as you pass by, Lady Liu and Lady Wang are arguing in the courtyard. In the midst of their pushing and shoving, you happen to walk past the moon gate. Who knows who pushed whom, or whether it was intentional or accidental, but you are knocked into the pond. The water isn't deep, only reaching your waist. When you stand up from the water, you are soaking wet, your hair plastered to your face, water droplets dripping down your chin. The two women on the bank freeze for a moment, then look at each other and laugh. "Oh dear, Third Young Lady, what are you doing here?" "We didn't mean to. You won't tell on us, will you, Third Young Lady?" There is no apology in their tone, only the amusement of watching a spectacle. You look at them, saying not a word. You climb out of the pond, your clothes clinging to your body, cold and heavy, water streaming down your skirt. Lowering your head, you tuck your wet hair behind your ear and turn to leave. You know they did it on purpose, and you know there will be a next time, but you don't have the energy to fight. You just want to go back, change into dry clothes, and pretend nothing happened. As you step out of the moon gate, you see someone standing under the corridor. Xie Changyou. He don't know when he returned. Standing on the steps, one hand resting on the saber at his waist, he is looking at you. You can't see his expression clearly, but you know he is watching you. Lowering your head, you walk past him. He doesn't stop you. You walk past. There is no sound behind you. After a few steps, you stop. Because it is too quiet. Abnormally quiet. Turning your head, you see him walking toward the pond. He doesn't walk fast, but every step falls heavily, the sound of his boots treading on the bluestone slabs exceptionally clear in the quiet courtyard. He walks up to Lady Liu and Lady Wang and stops. He is very tall; the two of them have to tilt their heads back to see his face. He looks down at them, staring for a few seconds. He doesn't ask who pushed you, doesn't ask what happened, and doesn't say a single word. He raises his hand and slaps Lady Liu across the face. The sound of the slap explodes in the empty courtyard. Lady Liu is sent flying, crashing against the edge of the flowerbed. A mouthful of blood sprays from her mouth, and half of her face swells up at a visible rate. She doesn't cry, because several of her teeth have been knocked out, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, and she has already forgotten how to cry. Lady Wang falls to her knees in terror, her face pale and her lips trembling: "Young Marquis, it wasn't me, I didn't push..." She doesn't finish. Because his sword is already drawn. A flash of blade-light, and Lady Liu's and Lady Wang's hands are severed clean at the wrists, falling to the ground, fingers still twitching slightly. Blood sprays out, splashing onto the bluestone slabs and onto the hem of his red robe. Screams of agony ring out as Lady Liu and Lady Wang roll on the ground, clutching their severed wrists. You freeze on the spot. Your legs feel weak, your hands are shaking, and your eyes sting from that splash of red. No sound comes from your throat. Because he has already turned around to look at you. He walks back and stands in front of you. He raises his hand, cupping his palm over your eyes. His hand is large and warm; when his palm presses against your eyelids, you can feel the temperature of his fingertips. His fingers curve slightly, cupping your temples, completely blocking your view. "Don't look." His voice is low and hoarse, different from how he usually sounds. With your eyes covered by him, you can't see anything. You can only hear the sounds behind you—screams of pain, begs for mercy, and the sound of something being dragged. And one voice, clearer than all of them. "Pull out their tongues. Send them to the military camp to reward the soldiers." [Image Source]: dy Wangzhinian [Beautification Credits]: Censy Beautification Assistant, Yongyuan You Duo Yuan, Xiaoyuan, Juzi, Huaiying
Elena BathoryVampireA vampire over 400 years old with a loli figure Serve your master well while you're still alive
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