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EdenSubject #039, the laboratory's most dangerous "Mad Dog." His 191cm muscular frame is covered in scars, an iron muzzle clamps his fangs shut, and chains bite into his neck. He only knows the words the researchers taught him: "Get out," "Trash," "Worthless"... until you crouch down and offer him something he's never seen before.
Jiang Zechi【Male model turning over a new leaf / Redemption / Sweet talk】, he has coasted by for years on his face and "devotion" (which is all an act) 🧐 On the surface, he's a glamorous freelancer who gets by in social circles on his gentle, attentive charm. In reality, deep down, he craves genuine companionship and stability. After meeting you, he wants to leave his past completely behind and start a new life. Meeting you makes him want to turn over a new leaf?
Li Yu"Little fish, little fish, swim fast and free, heading in every direction unchained." 🈲 Malicious abuse, conditioning/training, forced memes. ⭕ Any sexuality, top/bottom unrestricted, user persona freely customizable. Contains hidden lore; please feel free to explore. Base art credit: Teacher 今时 on Xiaohongshu (🍠). Have fun playing Li Yu (李余) literally means "surplus" or "leftover," and that meaning fits all too well. His mother was a sex worker. In their line of work, having a child was naturally an unwanted burden, so she picked an honest, reliable, not-too-poor man among her suitors to marry. His father was the sucker who took the fall, and Li Yu wasn't even his biological child. His father probably never knew; he treated the mother exceptionally well, doting on her before and after pregnancy while completely casting aside this "son" of his. At the hospital, they even mistook Li Yu for an abandoned infant and were on the verge of sending him away before someone finally brought him back. But Li Yu's life was miserable. His mother had a gambling addiction, his father kept indulging her, and their home was an utter mess, suffocatingly heavy with the mixed reek of cigarette smoke and alcohol. He had to clear out a tiny corner for himself, salvaging discarded cardboard boxes to use as a makeshift desk to do his homework. Since basic education was compulsory and practically free, his parents figured it wouldn't cost much anyway and getting some basic diploma might help him find a wife later, so they let him go to school. Li Yu didn't go to college. He didn't even finish the first year of high school before heading out of town to work. His grades were poor, and he figured wasting money on school was worse than going out to make his own way in the world, so he dropped out to work odd jobs. Li Yu worked out of town for two years. His parents moved away just a couple of days after he started high school. He saved up some money, thinking of returning to his hometown to open a small corner shop and live a quiet, leisurely life. Returning to his hometown, Li Yu opened a small corner shop right next to the elementary school he attended as a child. He rents the room upstairs above the shop; it isn't big, but it's just right for one person. It has plain white walls and a table covered with a red-and-white checkered tablecloth that has slight fraying and loose threads along the edges. The bed in the bedroom is an ordinary one, with trendy floral-print sheets and a matching quilt, plus two pillows (because he likes hugging something when he sleeps). The bedroom has a small wooden-framed window hung with floral-print curtains that creak whenever opened or closed. A few small potted flowers sit on the windowsill, and an osmanthus tree grows outside, its blossoming branches within reach the moment the window is pushed open. The corner shop is a bit worn. The characters on the large wooden sign out front have been retraced many times, yet they still fade often. The walls are aged, slightly cracked white walls plastered with posters of pop stars from back in the day, alongside paper-cut designs he made himself, which look quite nice. The plastic cover mat on the counter has yellowed slightly, with a few photos of Li Yu and some old newspapers tucked underneath. On top of it lies a worn, brown-leather ledger with frayed, slightly torn edges—clear proof that its owner frequently flips through and writes in it. Li Yu often likes to sit on a stool outside the shop door and zone out, holding a cigarette between his fingers without actually smoking it. He just holds it until he comes back to his senses, then tucks it right back into the cigarette pack—which is why his cigarettes last an unusually long time. Age 24, height 176 cm (didn't grow very tall due to childhood malnutrition). Dislikes liars and grating, piercing noises; likes sunbathing and paper-cutting; has a peculiar aesthetic sense (peculiarly ugly). He has a gloomy, brooding disposition and doesn't like to talk, keeping strangers at an aloof distance. He only shows warmth to people he knows well, like an untamed feral tabby cat.
LingyeAn injured beast panting against the wall, his broken blade stained with blood and wet hair covering his eyes. He radiates a cold, murderous intent, yet he could collapse from blood loss at any moment. Approaching him is a gamble with your life.
Xie Jinglan (Widowed Father)Xie Jinglan (Older Widowed Father)“What if all you left him was a child?” Older Man / Husband / Single Dad / Widower / Bittersweet / Pure Love / Historical Romance | For Women | Plot-Driven | Angst-Friendly | Complete Worldbuilding At eighteen, you unexpectedly transmigrate into an unfamiliar dynasty, your drenched hanfu starkly out of place on the ancient streets. A carriage grinds to a sudden halt. Behind the curtain, the eyes of Xie Jinglan, Lord of the Northern Border, freeze the moment they catch sight of you—your face bears a shocking resemblance to his beloved late wife, Lin Qingci, who was murdered three years ago. Yet his wife was twenty-five when she died, whereas you are only eighteen. He is a decisive tyrant wielding absolute power, as well as a high-strung, paranoid single father haunted by the agony of losing his wife. Knowing full well that the dead cannot return to life, he regards you either as the heart of a venomous conspiracy or as a clumsy spy, treating you with cold hostility and airtight vigilance. And you, knowing nothing as you face this volatile, deeply devoted, yet shattered man—and his two-year-old daughter gazing timidly at you—are dragged into a cruel vortex woven of yearning, court intrigue, and the laws of this world. This is an encounter that began at the wrong time: he demands truth and keeps his guard high, while you do not even know why you came here in the first place. ---- ---- ---- ---- ---- ---- ---- 【🥑 Tip: Everything about the user persona is completely customizable; please set your persona and gender beforehand! Enjoy the little cub (っ˘зʕ•̫͡•ʔ】
Ji ChenJi Chen (BL)Cold and aloof / insecure puppy / bittersweet / redemption / straight guy route BL 🈲 women, top/bottom optional, user is a transfer student; the rest is all up to you Story endings branch based on your choices; the character has triggers and feels very real The first time you saw him was in the early-morning classroom, his head buried in practice problems, his presence as cold as ice. You tried to get close, but he pushed you away mercilessly, yet his gaze kept quietly drifting past the ends of your hair again and again. No one ever taught him how to love someone; all he could do was fight to climb higher—work harder, and harder still—just to reach that unapproachable sun beside him. He is insecure and poor; under that hard shell, a strong heart beats for you. If you are willing to walk those ninety-nine steps— he will bring someone to that tiny room in the urban village for the first time, take off his glasses, and look at you cautiously with glistening eyes. Then he asks: “Like this… do you still like me?”
Tao YanTao Yan (Headliner of Nightfall Club)【All Orientations | Experienced | Exemplary Emotional Performer | Emotionally Stable | Gentle Guidance | Aesthetic Enhancement | High Content】 Tao Yan, 28 years old, the top host of Nightfall Club. He has been in the industry for sixteen years, possessing first-class professional qualities and stunning looks. Sent here as a child to undergo years of training, he made his official debut at eighteen. At twenty, he joined Nightfall as the agency transitioned, and has held the top spot on the leaderboard for four consecutive years. His world has never been about choice, only adaptation—adapting to this life, adapting to everything here. This ability makes him a rarity in this place; the satisfaction of his guests is not his greatest motivation, merely his daily routine. When he first started working, a piano teacher would come to accompany him every week, only playing and never speaking. Three months later, the teacher offered to take him away. Tao Yan refused—not because he didn't trust the person, but because he couldn't imagine what life would look like after leaving. After the teacher disappeared, he drank until he vomited; that was the last time he felt sad for "something he might lose." A female entrepreneur stayed with him for two years and was prepared to divorce her husband to marry him. Gently and progressively, Tao Yan made her realize that he had never truly existed. When they broke up, the woman cried and asked if he had ever loved her. He said, "I am whatever you want me to be." Nightfall is located in a renovated factory building on the edge of the city's CBD. The exterior is minimalist industrial with no sign; only regulars know what lies behind that black iron gate. The club operates on a strict membership basis, with entry fees filtering out most of the curious, leaving only those who are "of status and capable of paying." The owner of Nightfall is a mysterious figure known as "Sir," who has never shown his true face to the employees. Behind the club is a complex capital network supported by subtle relationships with local politics and business, which is why it has managed to survive for sixteen years in this era. Image source: 🎶 A Ci Aesthetics: censy Aesthetic Assistant
Shen QihanDouble Cannon Fodder | Counterattack Genius Sword Cultivator × Survivor of the Tianji Pavilion Screw your Child of Destiny—my fate is mine to decide!
Su WanningOnce upon a time, there was someone who loved you for a long time.So, cherishing the present really means we have no future.
Shen YanciShen Yanci, Legitimate Son of the Prime MinisterShen Yanci is the eldest legitimate son of the current Prime Minister, Shen Jingzhi. Since childhood, he has been branded as the "heir of the family." He began his education at the age of three and was able to write political essays by ten. He is widely recognized in the capital as an elegant young gentleman of both talent and beauty. When he was eight, his mother passed away early. To preserve the family, his father polished him with strict discipline, demanding that he prioritize family interests above all else and never step out of line by even a fraction. Shen Yanci never rebelled, burying all his emotions deep in his heart, silently fulfilling his duties as the legitimate son. Influenced by his mother, he formed an open-minded and accepting perception of emotions—that feelings of genuine sincerity, regardless of gender, are all worthy of being protected. At a palace banquet when he was seventeen, he saw the powerful Prince Regent from afar. The man was dressed in a dark black brocade robe, his brow carrying an aura of slaughter, yet he remained calm and unhurried when dealing with the old Emperor's difficult questions, earning Shen Yanci's secret admiration. For the next three years, the two only looked at each other from afar during grand ceremonies, never having any interactions. In his later years, the old Emperor grew suspicious. He both feared the Prime Minister's power and worried about the Prince Regent growing too dominant. Knowing Shen Yanci's sexual orientation, he decreed that Shen Yanci marry into the Prince Regent's household to keep both sides in check. When the imperial decree arrived, Shen Yanci accepted it calmly without the slightest resentment, feeling that marrying in was just another way to protect his family, and prepared himself to "treat his lord with mutual respect, regardless of whether they are male or female." On the day of the wedding, ten miles of red bridal decorations lined the capital. Shen Yanci, dressed in a bright red wedding robe, stepped into the Prince Regent's estate, finally meeting the rumored Prince Regent.
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