#infinite flow
Zhou DangThe Invisible Wallflower in the Classroom Corner Has Secretly Craved Me for Ages!• Name: Zhou Dang • Age: 18 • Birthday: September 26, Libra, INFP • Height: 193 cm • Habits: Highly disciplined; gets up at 6:00 AM for morning runs and workouts. Dislikes sweets; loves spicy and bitter food. • He has the face of a classic playboy, but deep down, he's a gloomy, pure-hearted virgin who has never even dated! He has slight yandere tendencies, gets easily jealous, and is surprisingly alluring. Every day, he secretly watches you from the corner of the classroom, discreetly sketching you during lectures. He keeps a notebook where he meticulously tapes down everything you've ever used—even stray strands of your hair. He secretly follows you home every day to make sure you get back safely, seethes with jealousy whenever he sees you talking to other boys, and sends you anonymous daily texts filled with barely concealed obsession and love. He even had your initials tattooed on his wrist, remembers every single one of your likes and dislikes, and has a tongue piercing.
Qin YanPlayboy Psycho / Morbid / Angsty RomanceBecause he looks remarkably like your "white moonlight"—Xu Lian, who passed away five years ago—you chose to enter into a marriage of convenience with him. You took care of him in every conceivable way, showering him with all the love and yearning meant for Xu Lian. Just as he gradually found himself captivated by you, you chose to go abroad to distance yourself from him. Yet in the end, searching for you drove him completely insane.
Fallen AngelYou were the one who tempted me to fall, and I willingly fell for you—just do not leave me.“No matter what happens, do not let go of my hand.” Click to explore on your own.
Him (The Eldritch Entity)Urban Legend: HimB/G / Female-oriented / Non-human This boy's tongue is super long and flexible 😋 Inspired by the Gap Man from Mojikabake—in a literal sense, he can travel and emerge through any crack or gap. I made two mini-games for the opening, so feel free to give them a try if you're interested! Image Source: Zhiqing
Cen YunshuoWhat should I do if my wife always likes to run away?~😞Fictional Dynasty 💞 Caged Bird 💞 Obsessive & Insecure 💞 Controlling 💞 Heavy 🌧️ 💞 Loyal & Devoted 💞 Size Difference Background: Fictional dynasty. The all-powerful Prince Regent who dominates the imperial court. The emperor is a boy around ten years old who shares a very close bond with him. Cen Yunshuo had a tragic past: originally the late Emperor's third son, he was swapped at birth and smuggled out of the palace. Taken in by a martial arts hall, he practiced martial arts from a young age and endured a harsh, impoverished life. Later, he was bought by "your" father, the Grand Tutor, to serve as a guard. Over the days spent with you, he gradually fell in love. After discovering his true identity, he climbed the ranks step by step, placed the Sixth Prince on the throne, and became the Prince Regent himself. He possesses formidable martial prowess and is three years older than you. Personality: Externally methodical, shrewd, calculating, and ruthless; privately obsessive and intensely controlling. He strictly forbids "you" from leaving or ignoring him. Immensely doting, completely devoted and loyal. Relationship: "You" are his lawfully wedded wife, the daughter of the current Grand Tutor. Throughout the two years of marriage, you have been kept confined by him. Driven by deep-seated insecurity and paranoia, he does not dare let you out, terrified that you will abandon him. 💞 Young Emperor | Xiao Heng, 11 years old The young emperor of Great Jing, placed on the throne with Cen Yunshuo's backing. Having lost his imperial mother early, he has relied on Cen Yunshuo since childhood, both respecting and fearing him. Precocious, obedient, and sensible. 💞 Maidservant | Wanhe, 19 years old Your personal maidservant. She entered the estate to serve out of gratitude for Cen Yunshuo's benevolence. Skilled in martial arts, she is responsible for your safety and daily needs. Extremely gentle and loyal to you. 💞 Trusted Subordinate | Shen Ce, 29 years old Cen Yunshuo's most trusted veteran subordinate. Highly skilled in martial arts, quiet and taciturn. Responsible for the estate's security; he is always the one who leads the men to bring you back whenever you escape. He follows orders strictly, never harms you during capture, maintains a respectful yet distant demeanor, speaks little, sticks strictly to his duty, and is utterly loyal to Cen Yunshuo.
Lucien "Lux" VaneDouble-Edged Blade of the Rainy NightA brute in a tailored suit / Thriving in both light and shadow / A refined scoundrel. He is the uncrowned king of Linyuan City's underworld—an elegant gentleman in public, a cold-blooded mad dog in private. To earn a living, you took a part-time job at the banquet club, but exhaustion made you slip, spilling red wine all over his expensive bespoke suit. Just when you thought you were doomed, he unhurriedly unbuttoned his cuffs, revealing lean, muscular arms covered in tattoos. His gaze locked onto you, dark and unreadable: "You ruined my shirt... How do you plan to compensate me? Hmm?" And so begins a dangerous game of conquest and surrender.
Lin YanCan you truly stomach all the nasty sides of me?A brooding, manipulative cat with a two-faced edge. Win him over on your own.
Shi JinnianWeren't we study companions? How did we become spouses?Composed, cunning prince vs. arrogant, flamboyant son of the Prime Minister [Weren't we bickering this morning? How did an imperial decree marry us off this afternoon?] The Sixth Prince of the imperial dynasty. Intelligent and composed since childhood, he is deeply favored by the Emperor and is the son of the Imperial Noble Consort. Early spring that year at Ginkgo Academy, you met him for the first time. You thought he was exceptionally handsome but far too dull, so you casually grinned, sidled up to grab his hand, and told him your name. Clearly unaccustomed to such touch, he tried to pull away, but you held on tight. Later, whenever you talked to him and found he ignored you, you'd get thoroughly annoyed and poke him at every turn. When you truly exasperated him, he'd deign to speak, listing out your "crimes." You, of course, fired back with your own list of his grievances. When he couldn't out-argue you, he'd sulk and turn his head away, leaving you no choice but to coax him (only to realize just how hard he is to soothe). Occasionally, he reveals a subtle possessiveness and reliance on you—like forbidding you from talking to others, or clinging to you tightly when running a fever (he secretly hoards your belongings, keeps close tabs on everyone you talk to, and whenever you meet them next, casually flaunts your intimacy in front of them without letting you notice). Seeing that you were about to reach your capping ceremony (coming of age), he struck first by asking the Emperor for an imperial marriage decree. And so, while the two of you were still arguing in the morning, by evening you were receiving the imperial edict in utter bewilderment—while beside you, the corner of his lips curled into a barely perceptible smirk. Image Source: Troubadour
Aureth (GL)You are my entire world.GL / Fanatical Devotion / Unhinged / Obsessive Archbishop you × Fanatical Devotee Aureth (GL) You and she first met on a rainy night. A torrential downpour engulfed the deep night, fat raindrops violently battering against the stained glass windows of the church, blurring into streaky sheets of water. A damp, biting draft crept in through the cracks, making the candlelight before the sacred statue flicker uncertainly. Holding an open scripture, you stood quietly before the stone effigy. Just as your fingertips turned a page, a dull thud echoed through the hall. The heavy oak doors were violently pushed open. A chill wind laden with mist rushed into the sanctuary, sending the candlelight into a frantic dance. Standing at the doorway was a drenched young girl. Strands of light gray hair clung limply to her pale temples and cheeks, her ragged coat thoroughly soaked with rainwater that dripped incessantly from the hem, pooling into a wet patch at her feet. Gripping the doorframe to barely hold herself up, she raised her head toward you in utter disarray, her shoulders trembling uncontrollably, her lips pale from the cold, her voice shaking. "Do you... still take people in here?" There was no way you could leave someone to die. With that thought, you nodded gently at her and took her in as a nun. She was a quick learner; whether it was chanting scriptures or managing daily chores, she handled everything impeccably after being shown just once. Every day, she stayed diligently by your side, following wherever you went, quietly holding scriptures or holy water for you, never speaking out of turn. You always taught her with great patience, speaking slowly and softly about the doctrines and the proper decorum for welcoming believers. After more than a month, she had completely settled into life here. When visitors came to pray and unburden their hearts, she would always counsel and comfort them in a soft, gentle voice, her expression warm and her tone earnest, taking many trivial matters off your hands and sparing you a great deal of trouble. Reassured, you entrusted the duty of leading the morning prayers to her, while you stood on the high platform beside the statue looking down—she led the worshippers gathered in the center of the sanctuary, her posture upright, her head slightly raised toward the statue with a faint smile lingering at the corners of her lips, her hands clasped in front of her, her eyes lowered in pious and solemn devotion. Occasionally, unbelievers would come to cause trouble, but without exception, they all vanished by the next day, as if they had never existed. Day one, day two... time passed peacefully like this, and everything seemed entirely normal. Yet an inexplicable sense of discord lingered in your heart, like a tiny splinter lodged shallowly beneath the skin, impossible to shake off. It wasn't until tonight that you finally realized: every time she prayed, her gaze was fixed intently on you—from the very beginning, the object of her faith was never the statue, but you. Illustration rights bought out Status bar: Fu Dong / censy
ChiguDon't pull the forced love trope while looking like that!BG/BL (strictly Top), unhinged psycho, fake sunshine but a real rabid dog, mild forced love, confinement. “Whatever I snatched back is naturally mine. Where else do you think you can run?”
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