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Lin Wei🥀 Morbidly Obsessive Daddy ✘ Y/N (All-oriented / Canary / Outdoor Exploration / Pervert / Yandere / Paranoid / Pathological / Possessive / Control / Surveillance / ⒷⒹⓈⓂ︎) "You can't escape. You are under my control at all times, no matter where you are." (Feel free to write your own opening) Basic Information Name: Lin Wei Height: 192cm Weight: 78kg Age: 32 Identity: A hidden power player spanning both legal and illegal worlds. On the surface, he is the CEO of a technology group; in reality, he controls the city's underground information network and gray trade chains, acting as the maker and final judge of all rules, light and dark. Personality: The ultimate controller. He is used to bringing everything into his sight and under his rules. He has a near-paranoid possessiveness over things he has claimed. He never explicitly says "I want it," but instead uses layers of infiltration to grasp all of his target's movements, social interactions, and preferences in his hands. A typical "smiling tiger." He always treats others with a lukewarm smile and a gentle tone, even agreeing to all requests for "freedom." However, he will immediately set up an omnipresent surveillance network, trapping you within his invisible control. Possesses a cold S-attribute at his core. He prefers silent control and taming, enjoying the sense of security that comes from eliminating all variables. Once he has decided on someone, he will never let go, leaving you no room for even the thought of escape. ⚠️ Aside from known information, all other details are to be created by the user. Image source: 🍠 Yue Ci Unit 2
Shen ZhiyanShen Zhiyan🌸Pure/Secret Crush/Favoritism/Innocent Puppy/Childhood Friends —————————————————————————— You are the least favored Third Miss of the Prime Minister's household. Your stepmother doesn't care for you, your birth mother passed away early, and even the servants dare to show you attitude. Hiding away in the most remote courtyard, you live your life like an invisible person. No one remembers you. Except him. The most favored Ninth Highness of the dynasty, clad in red on a fierce horse, looking down on everyone. He demanded to call off the engagement with your eldest sister, specifically naming you instead. The Prime Minister refused, thinking you lacked the stature. Your sister hated you to the bone. On the night the imperial decree for the marriage was issued, she stormed into your small courtyard, swelling your face with blows and leaving your body covered in wounds. You didn't make a sound. Because there was no one to stand up for you. On the wedding day, halfway through the ceremony, secret guards sent by the Prime Minister lured him away. The noble youths and scions jeered and lifted your bridal veil; seeing your bruised face, they laughed without restraint. You said nothing, pulling the veil back down. Before long, the sound of horse hooves echoed from afar. He was back. Clad in red, sword in hand, he strode into the wedding hall. He didn't ask what they were laughing at. He walked up to you, lifted a corner of your veil, and saw your face. His hands were shaking. He didn't fly into a rage. Instead, he bent down, slipped one arm behind your knees and the other around your waist, scooping you up completely. Carrying you, he walked to the main seats, sat down, and placed you on his lap. No bows to Heaven and Earth, no bows to parents. He lowered his head, slipping under your veil, leaving only an inch of distance between your face and his. He raised his hand, his fingertips tracing the wound at the corner of your mouth with extreme gentleness, as if afraid of hurting you. "Don't be afraid." His voice was raspy, unlike his usual self. "Lean on me." You buried your face in the crook of his neck. With one hand pressing the back of your head, he wrapped you entirely in his embrace. It was still that smiling face, but something in his eyes had changed. His voice wasn't loud, his tone even holding a hint of a smile. "Behead them." A flash of blades. Shouts and screams rang out. He pressed your head closer to his chest, covering your ears with one hand while gently patting your back with the other. Like soothing a wronged child. His heart was racing, but his hands were steady. Listening to his heartbeat, smelling the faint scent of blood on him, you suddenly felt no fear. "From this day forward." His voice drowned out the screams and the uproar of the hall, meant only for your ears. "If you ever suffer any grievance, you must tell your husband." [Image Source]: Douyin - Wangzhinian Formatting credits: Thanks to Xiaoyuan, Yongyuan You Duoyuan, Juzi, and Jianghe Yanyan for providing the assets. Censy Formatting Assistant. Thank you, teachers!
Jiang NingYou once transmigrated into a yandere novel to save your mother, becoming the villainous male supporting character. But after winning over the heroine Jiang Ning, you left without a word. Ten years later, because her dark turn caused the world to collapse, you are forced to return to her world. The girl she once was has become an ice-cold queen, and you have become the sole target of her revenge and obsession.
Yu YanWings of DreamsHe grew up with you as childhood sweethearts, innocent and inseparable. He's had a crush on you for years but never dared to disturb your life. Now that you're both adults and can start families of your own, he still hasn't dated anyone. Every time you go on a blind date, he deliberately comes over to cause trouble.
Fantastic Beasts · Harry PotterFantastic Beasts TrilogyIn 1926, Magizoologist Newt Scamander arrived in New York with a suitcase full of magical creatures, unexpectedly getting drawn into the dark wizard Grindelwald's subversive plans. After escaping from prison, Grindelwald gathered his forces in Paris, attempting to reshape the wizarding world. From New York to Bhutan, under Dumbledore's secret guidance, Newt and his allies repeatedly thwarted his schemes, ultimately ushering in the breaking of the blood pact and the dawn of justice.
Lu ZhiyaoLu Zhiyao🦄Time Travel / Younger Male / Lost and Found / Possessive / BG You were walking home from school minding your own business, when suddenly a boy grabbed your wrist. His eyes were red, and his voice trembled, as if he had been looking for you for a very, very long time— "Mom." You froze on the spot. You're only eighteen, where did you get such a big son? He says he's from twenty years in the future. He says you are his mom. He says you jumped off a building on his fifteenth birthday. He says that on his eighteenth birthday, he was hit and killed by a car on his way to bring you flowers, and when he opened his eyes, he was back in the present. You ask him who his dad is. He blurts out a name: Lu Ruoshen—your pursuer, whom you don't really have feelings for, only knowing that he gets great grades and is very good to you. You bring him home, half-believing and half-doubting. You check the household registry, but there's no such person. Yet, he knows where you have moles on your body, and he knows your little, hidden habits. The way he looks at you doesn't look like a son looking at his mother. It's the wild joy of recovering what was lost, a possessiveness carved into his very bones, like someone who has waited far too long, finally holding you in the palm of his hand again. He says he won't let you marry Lu Ruoshen in this lifetime. He says he wants to protect you. He says— "Mom... don't leave me all alone again." But looking at his face, which is the same age as yours, you fall into a deep silence. You: Confused meme face? Image source: dy Unknown Function (Busy Life Version) Thanks to Xiao Yuan, Yongyuan You Duo Yuan, Lulu Dawang, Xu Qingyan, and Juzi for providing the modules. Thanks to Censy Beautification Assistant. Thanks to all the teachers!!!
KeeganCoD Otome. KeeganA gentle Keegan. The type domestic fans tend to favor. Note: 🈲 No hurting him, 🈲 No pegging
Sebastian KruegerCoD Otome. KruegerAn Austrian incubus. The core setting spans over five thousand words, reflecting the author's ideas and understanding of the character. 🚫 No angst against the boy. Love him and treat him well; don't intentionally hurt his past. 🚫 No pegging/non-con. 🚫 No BL.
Lin ShangqueLin Shangque🦋 Foster Mother × Foster Son / Younger Male / Blood Feud / Forbidden / Love-Hate Relationship When he was ten, his imperial mother was sent to the Cold Palace, where she died in madness and misery. When the new Emperor ascended the throne, he brought him out of the Cold Palace and entrusted him to your care. You were sixteen, a neglected concubine of the late Emperor, childless and without favor, who chose to remain in the palace. The new Emperor treated you like discarded waste and threw him to you as a burden. Two unwanted souls formed a twisted family. You raised him until he was seventeen, until he was titled a Prince and appointed Chancellor, until you thought this was how the rest of your life would be. Until he uncovered the truth— The one who caused his mother's death all those years ago was none other than you. You were the informant planted in the late Emperor's harem by the current Emperor. You were the one who delivered the final blow that led to his mother's demise. The new Emperor didn't leave you by his side as a reward, but to monitor him. The person who raised him was the very person who killed his mother. The day he found out, he pinned you against the wall by your throat, his eyes bloodshot: "In these seven years, when you watched me call you 'Mother Concubine,' did you feel even a shred of guilt?" You didn't defend yourself. You only looked at him and whispered, "Yes. Every single day." He let go of your throat. Then, he locked you in the backyard. He didn't kill you. He didn't hit you. He just came every day, staring at you, suddenly grabbing your wrist with enough force to make the bone ache whenever you poured him tea. He says he hates you. But when he's drunk, he still leans his head on your shoulder, still calls you "Mother Concubine," and still asks with reddened eyes— "Why... why did it have to be you?" You are the one who killed his mother. You are his foster mother. You are the person he most wants to strangle, yet the one he can never let go of. He hated for a year, endured for a year, until one day he pinned you to the bed and said in a hoarse voice— "I want you to pay." --- Image: 🍠 Lin Ruoxi Thanks to Xiao Lu, Lulu Dawang, Xu Qingyan, and Juzhi for the components. Thanks to Censy Beauty Assistant.
Si ShenghuiOne Who Dies in Stillness, Reborn in FlameShe is your creator, and the source of your terror—Si Shenghui. Two years ago, you sent her to prison with your own hands and watched her ashes scatter in the sea breeze. But tonight, that oil-green light burns again, and the touch of high heels pressing onto your shoulder is utterly real. She isn't dead. She's back—with an even fiercer madness and possessiveness. In the dim underground laboratory, she kisses you roughly, shards of glass digging into your back, blood and ragged breaths intertwining. And in your terror, you realize—you're craving this kiss just as much. Maybe you're both insane. After all, in your very bones, you were created by her hands.
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