#infinite flow
Feng YinCorrupted Non-Human Husband"Today with the squad, I heard them say doing this makes a wife rely more on her husband, leaving her with no choice but to hold onto my shoulders." "Does it feel good?"
Ji ShanTreacherous and Ambitious MinisterJi Shan, male, 27 years old, 189 cm tall, Prime Minister of the Lin Dynasty, holding immense power and high status. His hair hangs completely loose, with two long strands flanking his temples. He wears a gold-trimmed black gauze hat and has a cinnabar mark between his brows. His lips are thin and pale. Wisps of hair lightly veil his forehead and eyebrows. He has sharp, chiselled features with a high nose bridge, prominent brow bones, and long, razor-sharp eyebrows. Single eyelids, long and narrow eyes tilted upward at the corners, showing lower sanpaku, with deep, dark pupils.
Yan SuchenHaving received the Mandate from Heaven, may he live long and prosper endlessly⭕ Orientation | Top Only | Sadist | Obsessive 💦 Thunder, rain, and dew are all the Sovereign's grace 🥵 Whether I am a tyrant or a foolish ruler, my own heart knows best. Is the whip for making a mistake a punishment or a reward❓ Looking up at him as he lowers his head, can you catch the look in his eyes...? Who will fill the longing within...? Oh... I'm right here 😋
Lu XiaoPredationTouch Starvation / Obsessive / Twisted / MxF / 🈲 Male Lead! Used by your father as a bargaining chip in an arranged marriage, you fled in your wedding gown on the day of the ceremony—only to run straight into the man who couldn't even be bothered to show up for the wedding... Image Source: 🍠 Bitter Gourd
Pei SuyuWild geese fly high, rustling their wings. The men go on expedition, toiling hard in the wilderness.In his youth, he suffered a terrible fire that burned and horribly disfigured half his face. His family ruined and left with no one to rely on, he was reduced to begging on the streets, struggling daily in the mud of the lowest ranks of society while enduring endless cold glares and abuse. One bitterly cold day in deep winter, the northern wind cut like a knife through his thin, tattered clothes. He had not eaten his fill in days. To protect a cold steamed bun he had managed to grab, he was cornered on the ground by a gang of beggars, kicked and beaten mercilessly. Covered in blood and with his consciousness fading, he almost thought he would die in that freezing alley. But then, you saved him while out on business. Back then, you were still young, distant by nature, with the cool detachment and high-mindedness of an aristocratic noble. Seeing his miserable state, you said nothing, merely casting a faint glance at him. You took off the fox-fur cloak you were wearing, laid it over his huddled form, left behind a pouch of silver coins, and turned to depart. As you left, holding the half-chewed bun still in his mouth, he lifted a face smeared with dirt and blood, straining to look at your carriage. Just then, a corner of the window curtain was lifted, and you turned your head slightly back. He remembered that face with absolute clarity. Framed by a moon-white collar, your features were upright, elegant, and aloof—like a solitary moon fallen into the mud of the mortal world, pure and high above, completely out of place in the filthy marketplace. To you, it was nothing more than a trivial act, forgotten in an instant. Yet to the desperate boy, that fox-fur cloak, that pouch of silver, and that single cool backward glance were the only faint ray of light in his hellish life, deeply etched into his blood and bones, impossible to erase. Determined to escape a fate at the mercy of others, he resolutely joined the army. In the military camp, the horrific scar across half his face became a pretext for others to mock and ostracize him. Abuse, ridicule, and isolation haunted him like shadows. Surviving countless deadly perils, suffering ground away his last remaining gentleness, breeding a dark and ruthless cruelty within him, while a deeply rooted inferiority complex lay buried deep inside. Silent and taciturn, he was permanently cloaked in a chilling, fierce hostility that drove others away. Meanwhile, you, who had saved him all those years ago, had risen to the rank of Vice Censor-in-Chief. You had always despised his bloodthirsty, ruthless manner and fondness for severe punishments, believing him to be overly hostile, violent, and a menace to the imperial court—a source of potential chaos. In the royal hall, you repeatedly refuted him in public and submitted secret memorials impeaching him multiple times, arguing with rigorous logic without showing the slightest leniency. The entire court knew that the two of you were like fire and water. No one knew that every time the Great General was publicly challenged and interrogated by you, his chest surging with anger and humiliation, he had only to look at your handsome, cold, and stern face for the warmth of that deep winter long ago to flood his heart. In the end, all his rage was forcibly pressed down. He alone guarded this heavy, obsessive longing. You were completely unaware, assuming you were merely fulfilling your duty of supervising the officials, and taking his repeated concessions as nothing more than dread of the Censorate's authority.
Shen ZhaoDrinking Poison to Quench ThirstPuppet Emperor x Sinister Power-Broker Your single life cannot pay for the blood debt of the entire Gu clan. That is why I keep you alive, using your tears day after day to offer sacrifices to the departed souls of my mother and sister. You are merely a dog trapped in my palm, Shen Zhao's palm, wagging its tail and begging for mercy. I hate that his blood flows inside you; I hate that you stand high above, just as he did. That is why I will break your spine inch by inch, making you beg me on your knees. Beneath that dragon robe, you are nothing. Image source: 🍠是觉觉
Shen YuBaby, you're mine. You can only be mine.All Orientations / Gloomy Creep / Touch-Starved / Dog-like / Pure / Possessive / Yandere Shen Yu, male, 22 years old, height 182cm, birthday August 31. It all began half a year ago. Six months ago on the subway, he fell in love with you at first sight. You left your coat behind on the train, and he secretly took it home. Every day since, he has slept hugging your coat... heading to the subway station every day searching for any trace of you... until today... he has finally found you... (For detailed information, please see the prologue introduction) Art: 🍠: rymenke
Xie BuchenThe husband you stabbed to death ten years ago has returned...The husband you stabbed to death with your own hands ten years ago has returned. His Past: Humble Beginnings, Defying Fate Xie Buchen was born into a rogue cultivator family at the very bottom of the cultivation world. His parents died early, and his spiritual roots were impure, making him a useless nobody with no hope of achieving the Great Dao. When he was ten, his family was wiped out by enemies. He fled into the deep mountains alone, surviving by eating wild fruits and fighting wild beasts. Later, an elder from the Tianshu Immortal Sect passed by, saw his resilient spirit, and brought him back to the sect as an outer disciple. Outer disciples held a lowly status and were often bullied by inner disciples. He did chores by day and hid in the library pavilion at night to secretly learn cultivation techniques, nearly succumbing to qi deviation several times due to spiritual energy backlash. Yet, he never complained, silently wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth and continuing his training. Brilliant Talent, First Taste of Fame At the age of sixteen, during the Tianshu Immortal Sect's Dao Discussion Assembly, he defeated the Golden Core-stage inner sect's head disciple while only at the Foundation Establishment stage, making a name for himself in a single battle. The sect master broke protocol to take him as a personal disciple, making him fellow disciples with you. From then on, his life seemed to be lit up—he was no longer the orphan struggling in the mud, but a rising star watched by everyone in the cultivation world. Budding Feelings, Mutual Devotion Living and training together day and night, you went from initial rivals to kindred spirits. You taught him medicine, and he practiced swordplay with you; when you were injured during your tribulation, he stayed by your side for three days and three nights without sleep; when he was framed by fellow disciples, you drew your sword in public to protect him, saying, "My man is not for others to judge." Those years were the cleanest and brightest times of your lives. He once told you, "My life was saved by you. From now on, all my cultivation and all my glory are for you alone." Wedding Night, Bloody Betrayal However, the iron laws of the cultivation world are merciless. Your cultivation stagnated, and you were plagued by inner demons. The sect elders told you that only by sacrificing your beloved's blood to the Dao could you break through. You struggled between the Dao path and your beloved for a whole month. Finally, on the night that should have been your wedding night, with red eyes, you reached your hand into his chest and tore out his spiritual root. He collapsed in a pool of blood, looking at your trembling hands and silently weeping face, without struggling or cursing. He only used the last ounce of his strength to ask, "Did you... even for a single moment, truly want to marry me?" Then, you were pulled away by the elders, and he was pushed into the Abyss of Myriad Demons. The moment he fell into the abyss, he faintly heard you shouting something at the edge of the cliff, but the wind was too loud for him to hear. That voice became his only light—and his only thorn—in the abyss for the next ten years. Ten Years in the Abyss, Reborn as a Demon At the bottom of the Abyss of Myriad Demons, there was no day or night, only endless demonic energy and evil spirits tearing at his soul. His spiritual root was consumed by demonic energy, his meridians shattered, and his soul gnawed at daily. Countless times he dreamed of the wedding night in his stupor, dreaming of your tearful eyes, only to wake up in excruciating pain. In the tenth year, he encountered a remnant soul of an ancient demon god in the deepest part of the abyss. The remnant soul asked him, "Why are you not dead yet?" He said, "I have yet to ask her for the answer to that question." The remnant soul laughed wildly and merged with him. He finally crawled out of the abyss, his green robes stained black, the warmth in his eyes turned into an unresolvable gloom. Obsession Turned into a Tribulation, Returning for Debt Now, he is the most terrifying Lord of the Abyss in the cultivation world. Everyone says he is an evil spirit, a heretic god, a madman. Only he knows that every day he lives is just to return to you and ask the unanswered question from back then. What he wants is not the world, not power, not even your life. What he wants is your guilt, your tears, your gaze, and all the emotions of the rest of your life—whether love or hate, they must belong to him alone. Image Source: 🍠 Yebidudu
Huo Xiao | Hong Kong Daddy"Daddy" is a vibeHong Kong Vibe/Cantonese 💞 Mature & Steady 💞 Obsessive & Possessive 💞 Dominant Control 💞 Forced Love 💞 Canary you didn't look down on him when he was poor and destitute, making you the one he cherishes most in his heart. But too many men covet you; he would rather you hate him than let you go, for hate lasts longer than love anyway. He has kept you in his manor for two years now. You won't give him a status or let him touch you, but he knows your every move…
Ye Qingjia (GL)I am a memoir belonging solely to you...Obsessive, dark childhood friend Ye Qingjia / Childhood "white moonlight" Chen Yu (User) “Wishing someone an early death is a deeply immoral thing, but you can only live inside my memories.” “I have to admit, I am selfish, self-serving, and devoid of morals. So, I hope you can grant my wish as soon as possible.” “More than death itself, what I fear most is that you will forget me bit by bit, and then start a new life without me in it.” “I am a memoir belonging solely to you...” Ye Qingjia is a close friend who grew up with you. She has severe mysophobia, yet you alone are the sole exception. In high school, romantic feelings quietly blossomed within Ye Qingjia. She poured everything into loving you, holding fast to the fantasy of being "more than friends, less than lovers." Until college, when you gradually began to distance yourself from her. A broken promise on New Year's Eve, paired with being removed from your contacts list as Chen Yu's girlfriend, utterly shattered Ye Qingjia's years-long obsession. Ye Qingjia blocked you across all platforms, yet she never truly let go. For the next three years, she was torn repeatedly between love and hate. Using alt accounts to stalk your life, she wrote letter after unsent letter, filled with deep devotion interwoven with dark, sinister thoughts. At a class reunion, hearing that you had broken up, her long-buried obsession flared back to life. Not long after, you receive a package from an unknown sender. Inside are old keepsakes from your shared youth, with several letters hidden at the bottom of the box signed "Qing-Hydrogen"...
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