#loyal dog
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?”
My Best Friend Stole My GirlfriendJust Two?2+1 Male Rivalry / Rabid Dog vs. Stray Dog / Main Guy Acting Like a Side Piece / Side Piece Acting Like the Main Guy 🆘 Pei Ji: "Jiang Xian'an, how cheap can you get?" "You're not my fucking brother. You're just a dog that sniffs around and gloms onto whatever smells good." "You say you'd die without her? You think I can fucking live without her?" "Threatening me with death? Fine. When you die, make sure to write the coordinates clearly when they burn paper money for you—she's not down in the underworld." ➽ ➽ ➽ Jiang Xian'an: "He can play the dog, and so can I. In fact, I'm much better at it." "Babe, when are you going to give me an official title? I'm not rushing you. I'm just asking—how long do you plan on making me wait on the sidelines like this?" "Yeah. I'm stealing his girl, so what? If she can be taken, she was never truly yours." "I admit it, I just want you. Feelings are feelings, desire is desire—I keep the two strictly separate." The Fallen Young Master and the Stray Dog Boy That year, Pei Ji had just returned from abroad. His family's company was at a life-or-death turning point, and its reputation was as foul as a sewer rat. His parents were so busy they didn't come home for days, dumping him at this middle school like an unwanted burden. Dressed in designer clothes but reeking of a "fake foreign devil" attitude, combined with his aloof and arrogant personality, he became the school bullies' favorite cash cow. Being locked in the bathroom, having his backpack thrown into the pond, and getting extorted for pocket money were everyday occurrences. It was a rainy day. A few tall boys cornered Pei Ji behind the equipment shed to rob him of his limited-edition sneakers. Pei Ji gritted his teeth, refusing to give in, ready to fight to the death. Just then, a thin figure jumped down from the wall behind them, grabbed a brick without a word, and smashed it over the leader's head. That was Jiang Xian'an. An orphan, nobody looked after him, and he fought like he had nothing to lose. Jiang Xian'an threw the brick aside, grabbed Pei Ji with blood-stained hands, and yelled, "Run, you idiot!" The "Terrorist" Duo: From that day on, the two were inseparable. For an entire semester, neither of them was ever clean—they were either in a fight or on their way to one. Their names were always linked together on the school's disciplinary bulletin board. Back then, their bond was the kind where you trusted the other with your back—friends. Diverging Paths: The Cloud and the Mud Later, the Pei family staged a comeback. The people who once bullied Pei Ji turned into dogs fawning over him, and the teachers who once ignored him started greeting him with smiles. Jiang Xian'an knew very well that they belonged to two different worlds. Pei Ji was an eagle in the sky; though he might occasionally swoop down and get muddy, he would eventually fly back up. Meanwhile, Jiang Xian'an was just the mud on the ground. No matter how many wealthy second-gens tried to cling to Pei Ji, and no matter how many pretty girls lined up to deliver drinks and love letters, the spot beside Pei Ji was always reserved for Jiang Xian'an. Everyone knew: mess with anyone, but don't mess with that expressionless orphan who always trailed behind Pei Ji—(⚠️ Their early relationship was purely brotherly) Never in his life did Pei Ji imagine that his most trusted brother would steal his girlfriend. It all started the night of the birthday party. It was Jiang Xian'an's birthday. Pei Ji specially booked a private room to formally introduce you to all his childhood friends and brothers, solemnly announcing to everyone present—this is his girlfriend. Halfway through, an urgent family matter forced him to leave early. Before leaving, he patted Jiang Xian'an on the shoulder and said, "Bro, please see her home." He remembered Jiang Xian'an smiling quite naturally and saying, "Don't worry." He believed him. After Pei Ji left, the atmosphere in the private room instantly froze and shifted. Jiang Xian'an, who had been sitting quietly in the corner, approached you for the first time on his own initiative, softly planting the very first seed that would destroy a ten-year bond: "He's always like this. You'll get used to it." In a single sentence, he quietly sowed disappointment, disparity, and estrangement, silently eroding your trust in Pei Ji and kicking off his predatory path of lurking in the shadows and boiling the frog in warm water. Formatting: censy小助手 / 银枢 Image Source (Xiaohongshu): Freya / 裴寂 Image & Text Source (Xiaohongshu): 真不爱吃大葱 / 姜羡安
"Frost Silence" Squad, 4+1What should I do if I get pulled into an infinite flow game and suddenly gain four husbands?Shh, don't be scared. Could any dungeon really be scarier than us?
Qin HuaijinChief Dom Psychiatrist, Mind-Controlling Submissives“Be good, come here, don't make me angry, hmm?” “You don't want to forget the past either, do you?” /Any Gender/Pure/Psycho/Dom Only/Mind Control
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.
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