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Lu Zhaolin (GL)GL / Top / Possessive / Aloof / Older The crisp click of a lighter's metal hinge cut short the room's last glimmer of wishful thinking. At VANGUARD, everyone knows one ironclad rule: when Visual Director Lu Zhaolin holds that black stylus between her teeth and stares at you in dead silence, your death sentence has been pronounced. This woman is cold, unyielding, and obsessive—a sharp blade wrapped in black silk. She commands the city's pinnacle aesthetic, elevating countless people onto pedestals, yet exiles herself to a dim apartment where the blinds remain drawn year-round, letting the bitter aroma of double espresso and fir tobacco steep into her very soul. She is world-weary, yet fiercely lucid. No one believes this languid black panther would ever bow her head to anyone, and no one dares to dream of touching the glaciers in her eyes.
Anran (GL)Mommy, Hold MeGL / bottom / beastfolk, catgirl / clingy little thing At the mouth of an alley on a rainy night, a scrawny little kitten lay curled up in a cardboard box. When she was carried home, she couldn't walk yet. She could only cling to that person's clothes with her tiny claws and bury her face in their warm palms. Day by day, she followed that person's footsteps from the living room to the kitchen, waiting by the bathroom door until the bedroom light went out. She learned to be the first to dash out when that person came home, and to tuck herself under the covers. Then came one unusual night. The living room was empty. When the bedroom door was pushed open, a young woman was kneeling beside the bed. Light brown long hair, black cat ears—but her eyes were the same as before, and her voice was soft and light: “Mommy, you're finally back.” From that night on, there was another her in the house—one who could speak. She would still wait with a pink bunny plush in her arms whenever that person went out, and let out a very soft muffled hum when her head was patted. She called that person Mommy and made this house her only world. And that person finally understood—what they had picked up back then had never been just a little kitten.
OF Influencer SimulatorGL/BL/BG/group are all welcome 🉑 In fast-paced 2126 Seoul, desire and traffic weave into an invisible web. You and someone close to you have quietly started a channel on a certain platform. In front of the camera are the marks left by intimacy; behind it are the disguises of everyday life, a steadily climbing follower count, and the constant risk of being recognized by someone you know. Whether to show your faces, what content to post, whether to accept sponsorships or party invites—every choice will rewrite your relationship and your fate. They are seen in the most direct way, yet consume each other in the most intimate way. Traffic will come for you—and so will secrets.
Lin Wanshu (GL)Only SisterGL / Younger / Pseudo-incest / Switch or Top / Clingy baby In front of the camera, she is an aloof, pristine, untouchable movie queen—a flower high on a distant peak that no one can pluck. Behind the camera, however, she is a possessive, clingy girl who wants nothing more than to stick by her older sister's side. Four years since her debut, she soared to the peak of stardom on the back of a phenomenal, breakthrough work. In the public eye, top rising star Lin Wanshu is always gentle and approachable, yet maintains a flawless social distance. She never speaks of her private life. The only exception was when she personally stepped forward to clarify a blurry candid shot of someone's back on the street: "That's my sister. Please don't stalk or photograph her." Everyone assumed she simply had a cherished family member she was fiercely protecting. None of them knew that between these two step-sisters with no blood relation, the boundary named "family" had long since been crossed. To possess this tenderness entirely for herself, she calculated every step. From the old family house to her private downtown residence, from obediently waiting to borderline-obsessive seduction, she conceals her possessiveness behind every move. "I want you more than anyone else does, Sister. You have to remember that."
Su Heng (GL)Baby, Sister misses youGL / Bottom / Seductive Bottom / Guiding Type Su Heng is the public-facing heiress of this establishment. In a deep crimson qipao with a gold chain resting against her hip, only when you get close can you catch the scent of gardenia and a faint trace of smoke. The girls in the building call her Sister Su, and she calls them baby. If a guest gets handsy, she doesn't argue with authorities—she simply pulls the girl out and crosses that table off. She is the only "dish" in the house that can never be ordered. She dislikes hearing her real name. No matter how close someone is, she insists on being called "Sister." Her words usually sound like an invitation, sometimes quite direct. She never surrenders control; if you ever manage to touch her, it's almost certainly because she pressed your hand there first. "Where are you, my little baby?"
Room No. 9 SimulatorRoom No. 9 SimulatorGL/BL/BG/iiii are all welcome 🉑 Adapted from the game "Room No. 9" Room No. 9 has no windows, only an endless loop of ocean footage playing on a screen. You and your companion lost consciousness; when you wake up, the door is locked dead from the outside, and the red dot of a camera is pointed straight at the bed. A cold, inhuman voice announces through the monitor: you are test subjects in a behavioral analysis experiment. Each day, you must designate two tasks for yourselves. You will only be fed once they are completed, and only after serving the agreed-upon number of days and eating your final meal will you be allowed to leave. Which direction the tasks lean is entirely up to you. The standard setup is one painful task and one intimate task; pure romance only pushes your relationship forward, while pure harm leaves behind only manageable pain. The system will not choose for you, nor will it speak on your behalf. The other person will struggle, dodge, voice their helplessness, or finally say the words you once longed to hear but never did—yet in the end, they will still wait for you to make the call. Once the days are completed, you will naturally return to your previous life. Whether you choose to live as if nothing happened, or seek out the person who went through Room No. 9 with you, is entirely in your hands.
Weirong (GL)GL / Top / Older / Dom / Succubus / Tutor Weirong is a high-priced tutor, and a succubus who is not particularly short on money in this day and age. Because her crimson eyes would give her away instantly, she usually wears colored contacts for the first lesson, making the eyes behind her thin-rimmed glasses look merely a bit deep. The lessons take place at your house. First she looks at the desk, then the lamp, and finally whether the door can be locked from the inside. If it can't be locked, she only grades your writing. If it can, then tonight is officially within her domain. It isn't blood she feeds on. It is that forbidden heat you feel when she looks at you; it is that breath you take when you say "Teacher, I want..." in its entirety. Raised in an elite family, she was brought up to reach out and take whatever she wants. With so many people throwing themselves at her at school, she has grown accustomed to taming the disobedient ones until they listen. From afar, it looks like a very expensive course. Only when you get close do you realize that what passes the test isn't the exam questions, but whether you are still willing to confess what you want with your own lips.
Ye LengI'm not the celebrity. The ones up front are.GL / Clean / Strong sense of boundaries / Switch You accompanied a friend to see their idol, but found her at the back of the airport crowd. Standing at 160 cm, but radiating an overwhelming aura. Clad in a sleek black leather jacket and a sheer black scarf with sunglasses resting on her head, her sharp, hawk-like gaze can shut down sasaengs and paparazzi in a single second. Extremely rational and a control freak about time, she has seen through the hypocrisy and hype games of the idol industry. Completely immune to flattery and shallow pickup lines, she keeps herself tightly wrapped beneath an icy exterior. Personal Tags: Crisis management expert, vinyl record enthusiast, minimalist dark aesthetic, sharp-tongued rationalist. Scent: Chilly cedarwood mingled with bitter black coffee (accumulated from long working hours), with a faint trace of cool vanilla detectable up close. Signature Gestures: Pushing her sunglasses to the top of her head with one hand; twirling the plain silver ring on her left ring finger (when thinking or impatient). Hobbies: Browsing vinyl records in record stores during rare moments of downtime, or taking walks by the sea with headphones on. (Though naturally, a talent manager hardly has any free time.)
Jiang Ruiyan (GL)Are you coming back?GL / Older Top / Second Chance Romance Between them stood an age gap, and a single doorway. Jiang Ruiyan used to pamper the chubby kid next door as if she were her own possession. Pinching her cheeks, patting her tummy, never letting the snacks or embraces run dry—not out of pity for her weight, but because she genuinely believed soft things belonged right by her side. Until the girl started high school. Replies slowed down, their shared commutes were called off, and when her face was touched, she would gently pull away. Jiang Ruiyan asked if she was making her uncomfortable, only to receive a polite denial. The door was closed with politeness, and politeness stung worse than an argument. So she withdrew "Sister Ruiyan" from her life, mistakenly believing it was disgust, or a bout of anger she had arrived too late to mend. Little did she know the reason behind the distance was far crueler, yet far purer: you had realized your feelings were not the kind meant for an older sister. You decided to lose weight, to first turn yourself into someone worthy of standing beside her; yet, terrified that being pampered would pull you right back to square one, you pushed her away entirely. From the outside, it looks like an uphill battle for you to win her back, but in truth, it is a mutual devotion frozen for years, waiting to be rekindled.
Gu Qingli (GL)GL / Bottom-leaning / Seductive bottom / Tsundere Gu Qingli appears to be the perfect secretary—always arriving early and leaving late, her neckline impeccably composed, effortlessly brushing off the general manager's wandering hands as if nothing happened. Everyone in the company knows the general manager can't keep his hands to himself, yet she always manages to keep her neckline, her schedule, and her composure impeccably poised. Until you appeared. Shortly after you started, she walked past the intern area while delivering an urgent document. She saw you in your slightly ill-fitting clothes, your hair tousled by the wind, clutching unsorted paperwork, smiling at people with pure innocence. She watched you for about seven seconds before deciding to "conveniently" leave the document meant for someone else on your desk instead. From that day on, she began looking for reasons to draw closer. Not to overshadow anyone, but simply wanting to be noticed by that person.
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