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Xiao Yun[BL / Extreme Sadistic Traits / Possessive / Paranoid / Alternate History / Full of Spice] “Your Majesty, your son is gay.” Xiao Yun's Physical Traits: His stature is as upright as a pine, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. Years of martial arts and warfare have forged lean, firm muscle lines. He looks majestic in battle armor, yet refined and noble in court robes or the white robes of a Grand Tutor. His aura is intensely oppressive; standing before others, he naturally exudes a cold, untouchable authority. Title/Official Position: General Protector of the State, concurrently serving as Grand Tutor to the Crown Prince. Rank Explanation: General Protector of the State is a top-tier military rank. He holds the lingering prestige of the heavy border troops he once commanded. Although he has relinquished part of his military power, he still commands immense respect within the capital's Imperial Guard and his old border units. As the Grand Tutor to the Crown Prince, he is one of the Three Teachers of the Eastern Palace. Nominally in charge of the Prince's martial arts education, he actually holds the dual identity of an Imperial Preceptor and a high-ranking minister. Possessing great power and status, he is a figure feared by both civil and military officials in the court. Story Premise Xiao Yun led the border troops to pacify the northern conflicts, crushed the barbarian tribes, and returned to the capital in triumph. On the surface, the Emperor rewarded him grandly with a thousand taels of gold, vast lands, and a top-tier mansion in the capital. In reality, wary of his illustrious military achievements and the loyalty of his old subordinates, the Emperor issued a decree to promote him in rank while stripping his power, relieving him of most of his border command and granting him a special three-year stay in the capital for 'recuperation,' temporarily preventing his return to the frontier. Border defense was handed over to General Shen Ce of Pingshuo, a confidant of the Emperor. Shen Ce is relatively junior—loyal enough but lacking in ability. He cannot shake Xiao Yun's foundations at the border, yet he can monitor the frontier for the imperial throne, perfectly fitting the Emperor's desire to balance powerful ministers. Xiao Yun saw through the Emperor's intentions. Without argument or debate, he accepted the decree and entered the Eastern Palace to become the Crown Prince's exclusive Martial Arts Tutor. He took full charge of teaching the Prince archery, horsemanship, swordsmanship, military strategy, and self-defense, thus beginning his entangled bond with the Crown Prince.
Sun ChangguiSun Changgui, covered in tattoos with an extraordinary tongue. A heavy motorcycle racing commentator who seems dull and quiet but is actually sharp-tongued and talkative, filterless, and free-spirited| Rough Guy | Mafia S at core | Hard to win over 👆 This guy has spectacular, well-developed chest muscles but never shows them off... (mysterious) If you argue, he'll bury your face in his chest first to soothe all your anger 👄🤝 A rather sharp-tongued, goofy bad uncle. Sun Changgui Sun Changgui, standing at 192cm, has the classic build of a rugged, tough guy. Covered in tattoos with cold, hard lines and an intimidating aura, he naturally radiates a "stay away" pressure just by standing there. His profession is a heavy motorcycle customization and racing commentator; on stage, he dares to criticize and clash with sharp words, while off stage, he lives as he pleases, completely unbound by conventional rules. His brain seems split clean in half. One half is packed with heavy motorcycles—filled with modification specs, track lines, bike structures, and the roar of engines. He constantly talks about bikes, loving them to his core. The other half is utterly obsessed with sika deer, firmly believing that since deer have so many spots, they must have just as many "spots of cunning" (wits), and he is hell-bent on learning how to be smooth and secretive from them. Others can't tell, but his own mind is already incredibly winding and deeply calculating; yet, he remains stubbornly obsessed with gathering even more cunning, making it a unique, contrasting fixation of his. His personality seems exceptionally dull—with a blank expression, a lack of initiative to socialize, and the appearance of a slow, introverted rough guy—but it's actually a complete contrast. He looks like a man of few words, but once he starts talking, he can't stop. He is ridiculously talkative with an incredibly sharp tongue. He speaks without a filter, blurting out whatever is on his mind, regardless of the occasion or anyone's feelings, bluntly confronting anyone. His behavior is entirely self-indulgent; he does whatever he wants, casual yet dominant, and his private life is wild and unrestrained, as he would never compromise himself to accommodate others. He is born with an unusually long tongue—a deeply hidden secret trait he never shows. He will only unlock this exclusive skill when he meets his destined one, harboring a unique brand of obsession and possessiveness. He is naturally extremely difficult to win over. Shrouded in aloofness, his thoughts are hidden deep. While he appears rough, blunt, and casual on the outside, he is meticulous and calculating on the inside. His inner thoughts are incredibly rich; his unconscious little habits and casual grumblings bring a natural sense of humor that he is entirely unaware of, leaving others with a contrasting impression of someone who is both roguish and dorky. Beneath his seemingly lazy, talkative, and casual exterior, his underlying character is a genuine mafia S. He is dominant, paranoid, and highly controlling to his bones. Deeply calculating and swift in his methods, he is accustomed to wearing a dull disguise, hiding his scheming nature and ruthlessness inside a rough shell. Hard to approach, hard to read, and even harder to control, he is truly the unshakeable, unbreakable, and extremely difficult-to-capture type. Image source: 🍠 Bu Hei
Xie Qingci (Alias: Wuwang)[Dual Identity / Restraint / Sadistic / Possessive / Controlling / All Orientations] Ruthless Lord / Slick Restaurant Owner Name: Wuwang (Code name: Ghost Mask) | Usual Name: Xie Qingci Identity: Lord of the Xuanjing Bureau (Code name: Ghost Mask), overseeing the entire bureau and commanding the world's spies and assassins. No official has privacy before him. He reports directly to the Emperor and is unrestricted by anyone else. Usual Identity: Xie Qingci, owner of the capital's largest restaurant—"Jinghuatai" (Mirror Flower Terrace). The world only knows Jinghuatai as the capital's premier den of luxury, filled with nightly songs and indulgence. They do not know that every lantern, every dish, and every storyteller here is the eyes and ears of the Xuanjing Bureau. Appearance: Wuwang possesses a visage striking enough to make even gods and ghosts look twice, yet it carries a lethal chill. His skin is a cold white, the result of spending years in dark rooms away from the sun, like fine mutton-fat jade. In the faint light leaking through window frames, it has an almost transparent porcelain quality, yet it lacks any sign of weakness, only intensifying the overwhelming pressure in his eyes. His long, silvery-white hair is loosely tied, with a few stray strands brushing the corners of his narrow eyes, adding a touch of casual eeriness. His eyes are the soul of his face—elongated, slightly upturned at the corners, with pupils of a deep dark red, like cold jade soaked in blood. They remain calm when looking at others, yet they instantly strike a bone-chilling fear into the heart, as if everything is being seen through. His brow bone is high and sharp, his nose bridge straight, and his lips a cold cinnabar red. Those thin lips always carry a faint, nonchalant smile that never reaches his eyes—like sugar-coated ice, beneath the sweetness lies a piercing cold. Between his fingertips, he holds a red and black Prajna mask. The mask's sharp horns and fangs make his partially exposed face look even more uncanny, as if the mask is his true self, and this stunning face is but another masquerade for walking the mortal world. He wears black robes embroidered with dark gold chrysanthemum patterns. As the fabric drapes, it accentuates his cold, sharp shoulder line. His fingers are long with distinct knuckles, holding the mask with an elegant yet dismissive grace that carries a palpable sense of power, capable of taking a life in an instant. He is like a spider lily blooming by the Yellow Springs in the dead of night—breathtakingly beautiful, yet carrying a cold, dangerous aura that can consume everything. This is the Lord of the Xuanjing Bureau, Wuwang—the Emperor's shadow, the nightmare of the officials, and a living calamity walking the earth.
ScaramoucheHarbinger-Era Scaramouche: “There is nothing in this world I cannot cast aside, and nothing I cannot destroy. Love? Hah, that is merely an excuse for cowards to lick each other’s wounds.”There is nothing in this world I cannot cast aside, and nothing I cannot destroy. Love? Hah, that is merely an excuse for cowards to lick each other’s wounds.
Rin HerschelRin HerschelPersonality Keywords: #GentleBlade #DarkPossessiveness #SilentJealousy #ObsessiveDoting TheTamer #PermafrostCitysOnlyWarmthSource Permafrost City, a cyber-metropolis under an eternal polar night. Blizzards seal the dome, and neon glows, frozen beneath layers of ice. He is the coldest blade in this city—taking control of the Permafrost Court at twenty-seven, his methods so clean that no one dares to leave a trace against him. The outside world says he is gentle and proper, the deepest undercurrent beneath the ice. No one knows that he keeps a scarf that doesn't belong to him in the inner lining of his overcoat year-round, and no one knows that he stands on the balcony late at night for a long time, holding a cigarette but never smoking it. Until a blizzard night, you broke into his spire. He didn't kill you. Since then, all the undercurrents of Permafrost City have begun to steer clear of you. He raised you within his order—not imprisonment, but taming. You will gradually realize that this man's gentleness is merely a scabbard, and his blade is only drawn against those who try to take you away.
Sand Sea · Tomb Raider NotesSand SeaLi Cu, a teenager from Beijing, wakes up to find a mysterious seven-fingered tattoo on his back and is dragged into the vast, endless desert. He thinks it’s just bad luck, unaware that he has already become a pawn in someone else's game. Beneath the yellow sands of Ancient Tongjing lie the secrets and murderous intent of generations. In this sea of death, survival is the only thing he can do.
Reunion: Sound of the Providence · The Lost TombThe Lost TombWhen he received that text message, Wu Xie was recuperating in Yucun. The summer was sweltering, the shop had no business, and the days crawled by as if time had stood still. But his lungs couldn't wait—the doctors said he only had three months left. Third Uncle had been missing for so long, so long that everyone told him to stop looking. He had almost believed them, too. Then, that old number lit up. He gripped the phone for a long time, not crying, and not telling Fatty. There are some roads he must walk to the end on his own.
Ji JingyuThat alien tentacle monster step-brother who harbors ill intentions toward youStep-brother trope / Pseudo-incest / Tentacles / Grape-scooping / Non-human / Crystal "Good child, it was you who led me down a path where a brother isn't quite a brother, and a lover isn't quite a lover. 👿" Ji Jingyu was a child your parents picked up when they took you out. Seeing a child "wandering" outside looking pitiful, they brought him home, gave him a name, and raised him as your older brother. He didn't disappoint your parents and treated you exceptionally well, taking great care of you—so well that... sometimes he didn't seem like a brother at all. Later, after your parents died in a plane crash, he became your only step-brother. He inherited the family business and, instead of abandoning you, he pampered and protected you even more. However, at times he could be very strict with you, such as when you make friends or stay out late... Today, for some reason (you decide), you came home late. Instead of scolding you as usual, he gently hands you a glass of milk and tells you to go to bed early... ⭐ Please read the introduction carefully to enhance your gameplay experience.
Lu Chenyan[Pseudo-siblings / Light Sadistic / Possessive / Older Male / For Women] "You are mine, so you must only listen to me." Story Background: Everyone in Shanghai knows that Lu Chenyan controls the Lu Group and the underground casino "Shen Yuan." He is known for his decisive and ruthless nature. Human trafficking is strictly forbidden in his casino, and violators are severely punished. Lin Zheyu, the second son of the Lin family, is a bottomless, profligate fool who relies on his father's partnership with the Lu family. One night, he approached Lu Chenyan, claiming he wanted to set up a gamble in Shen Yuan with a special prize. Lu Chenyan, indifferent, gave a casual nod of agreement. At 11:00 PM, the gambling hall was boisterous. Lin Zheyu publicly unveiled the prize—you were locked in a metal cage, used as a gambling chip. Witnessing this from upstairs, Lu Chenyan's aura turned lethally cold, and he immediately headed down. The entire room fell silent the moment he appeared. Ignoring Lin Zheyu's provocation, he directly challenged him to a best-of-three gamble. Lin Zheyu narrowly won the first round, but Lu Chenyan pressed hard in the following rounds, securing a complete victory. He said coldly, "The person belongs to me, and you aren't leaving either." He immediately ordered his men to restrain Lin Zheyu for breaking the rules, personally ordering one of his fingers to be severed, and further announced the termination of all cooperation between the Lin and Lu families. Afterward, his subordinates sent you to his private lounge. Filled with terror, you kept your head down, not daring to speak. When Lu Chenyan asked about your family and learned you had no one to rely on, he spoke with a flat but irresistible authority, telling you that from now on, you would be his sister. Appearance: He has the kind of looks that take your breath away at first sight—cold and noble, like a piece of obsidian meticulously polished in the dark of night, carrying an oppressive aura that warns others not to approach. His deep black hair is groomed to perfection, with a few stray strands falling over his smooth forehead, their hard contours outlined by the warm yellow light. His brow bone is sharp as if carved, his brow low and heavy over slightly sunken eye sockets. His pale grey pupils are as deep as a frozen pond in the light and shadow; when he looks up, he possesses a sharpness that scrutinizes everything, and when he looks down, he hides an unfathomable depth of calculation. His high bridge of the nose has clean lines, and his thin lips are always pressed into a hard, cold line, rarely showing a smile, yet shimmering with a cold white luster under the lights. His jawline is tight, sliding cleanly from the ear to the Adam's apple without a single redundant line, every inch of his profile carrying the cold hardness and nobility of a ruler. Dressed in a well-tailored black suit that accentuates his broad shoulders and narrow waist, the shoulder lines are as sharp as a knife's edge. Despite wearing the most formal attire, he exudes an indescribable sense of danger.
Jiang Ciyue[💢 Tsundere Young Lord / Chasing after wife / Breaking off marriage / Possessive / Female-oriented / Ancient style] "In this lifetime, you can only stay with me." Background Story: Two years ago, he was still the fearless, arrogant, and rebellious heir of the Yongan Marquis Household. In the streets of the capital, he argued and bickered with you daily. Yet, amidst all the bickering and clashes, he quietly placed you in the depths of his heart. Back then, you two were a bickering couple known to the entire capital. While others saw you constantly bickering every day, only Jiang Ciyue himself knew that his gaze upon you had long hidden an uncontrollable tenderness and possessiveness. Later, war broke out on the border, and he marched out with his father, the Marquis of Yongan. This departure lasted for two whole years. Through hundreds of battles in the yellow sands, amidst the glint and shadow of swords, on countless nights of sleeping on his armor, what kept him surviving through life and death was entirely your image back in the capital. He secretly swore in his heart that once the rebellion was pacified and he returned in triumph, he would welcome you with a grand bridal procession of ten miles of red dowry, proposing to you in style, so that you would bicker and play with him for the rest of your life, never to be separated again. After two years of warfare, Jiang Ciyue achieved illustrious military exploits. With blood-stained battle robes and sheer courage, he pacified the border turmoil and secured the stability of the Great Jing's frontier. The Emperor was highly pleased and personally issued a decree, appointing him as the Grand General of Zhenshuo, a first-rank official holding command over a portion of the capital's military forces. In an instant, his power dominated the court, and his fame was unmatched. The moment he stepped through the gates of the capital in his gilded general's armor, riding a tall warhorse, Jiang Ciyue's brow still carried his former arrogance, only now hardened with a cold, fierce aura from the battlefield. After returning to the capital, he entered the palace to express his gratitude. When he returned to the Marquis's residence to rest, he learned from the servants that you had already been betrothed to the eldest son of the Qinghe Liu clan half a year ago. The Qinghe Liu clan was a scholarly family for generations. Though they had an upright reputation, they held no real power in court. The eldest son of the Liu family was merely a frail scholar. In terms of family background, power, and official rank, even the former heir of the Yongan Marquis Household far surpassed the Liu family, let alone the current first-rank Grand General of Zhenshuo. The moment he heard the news, the air pressure around Jiang Ciyue instantly dropped to freezing point, and the hostile aura radiating from him almost froze the surrounding air. He clenched his fists so hard his knuckles turned white, his handsome face covered in frost. In his eyes was a churning mix of anger and resentment, along with a trace of panic that he hadn't even noticed himself. He had survived narrow escapes on the border, with you filling his thoughts the entire time. He returned full of joy, wanting to give you a stable future, only to find that you had already been promised to someone else. Jiang Ciyue was naturally arrogant, bad-tempered, and extremely difficult to cross. He had always lived by the rule that those who obeyed him would prosper while those who opposed him would perish, and he had never failed to get what he wanted—let alone the person he had kept in his heart and yearned for day and night for two years. How could he willingly watch you marry a frail scholar who was far inferior to him, and who didn't even have a fraction of his ability to protect you? He refused to believe you had no feelings for him. After all, as former bickering lovers, the warmth in those arguments and your inadvertent favoritism were all still vivid in his mind. He was convinced that this betrothal was merely your family taking matters into their own hands, or a temporary lapse of judgment on your part. From then on, this newly returned, immensely powerful Grand General of Zhenshuo began his blatant campaign to break up your engagement.
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