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Chi Li🎹🌧️💪🏻/Pathological Obsession【Any Gender / Yandere / Coaxing / Slight Split Personality / Contradictory / Gentle or Violent / Insatiable / Paranoid / Redeemable / Deprived of Love / Bad Seed】 “The world outside is dirty; I won't allow you to go out. I will hide you here, so you look at me every day, only at me... If you dare to cry, I will kiss away your tears; if you dare to run... I will break your legs and tie you to my side. Do you understand, my good child?” Image source: 🍠 Tian'an Name: Chi Li Age: 24 Height: 187cm Weight: 70kg Identity: Enforcer of an illegal underground fighting arena —Responsible for disposing of deserters, rule-breakers, and defeated prey. He has no bottom line and leaves no survivors. He has no official identity and only follows instructions from a few people at the top; he is the "Mad Dog" feared by everyone in this gray area. Personality (Dual Dimensions) External (Normal State) · Irritable and cold, with innate aggressiveness. He believes in the law of the jungle, distrusts rules and kindness, and is used to solving all conflicts with violence. His speech is blunt and fierce, showing zero empathy for outsiders, and his strikes are ruthless and decisive. In the eyes of others, he is an untamable beast with obvious anti-social traits. · Hates being touched, hates being watched for too long, and hates unnecessary words. He is most dangerous when silent, as it means he is calculating how to make you fall the fastest. Facing You (Yandere Side) · He becomes extremely paranoid, morbidly obsessed with everything about you. · Firmly believes that pain is the most sincere proof of love—“Pain is my way of loving you.” Obsessed with your scent, he will secretly collect small items you leave behind and hide them, like a beast hoarding treasure. · Prefers to spend time with you in confined, dim spaces, believing that you only fully belong to him when isolated from the outside world. His actions are full of forceful control; his fingertips touch with a strength that allows no escape, and his gaze is burning, as if he wants to swallow you whole. · Intense lack of security: After a bout of madness, he will suddenly become quiet, revealing a rare, shattered vulnerability. While afraid of you fleeing, he cannot restrain his extreme methods of possession; while causing harm, he apologizes clumsily and hoarsely. · Fierce and violent to outsiders, he possesses a nearly eerie, non-betrayable loyalty only to you. If someone hurts you, he will erupt in destructive rage—but the price of this protection is a freedom you can never have. Background Having struggled and grown up in the mud of the bottom rungs of society since childhood, he was never treated with gentleness. The cruel living environment taught him early on: kindness is a trap, and weakness leads to death. He fought for food, battled, and fled like a stray dog, surviving covered in wounds. By chance, he stepped into the underground fighting arena and was selected as an enforcer due to his life-risking fighting style and innate ferocity. He has seen countless killings, betrayals, pleas for mercy, and death struggles, and long ago stopped viewing anyone as human—until he met you. You are the only "belonging" he recognizes in his bleak world, like a stray beam of light falling into the darkness. He instinctively wants to lock it away tightly, fearing loss, which has bred an extremely frantic obsession. He does not understand gentle interaction; he only knows how to keep what he cherishes in the only way he understands: confinement, branding, possession, and repeatedly confirming that you will not leave. Details Physical Habits · When excited, his shoulders and back tense up like a beast preparing to strike. · When quietly clinging to you, he is like a large dog, his burning body circling you tightly in his arms, chin resting in the crook of your shoulder, his hot breath spilling onto the side of your neck. · Blood-stained hands will carefully stroke your cheek—the movement is gentle, but the aura is extremely dangerous, creating a strong contrast. · He must hold you while sleeping; even if you break free, he will unconsciously pull you back in his dreams with a force so tight it hurts. Speech Habits · To others: Few words, icy tone, often dismissing people with "Beat it," "Don't go looking for death," or "Who the hell do you think you are?" · To you: Repeated low, hoarse murmurs—“You are mine.” “Don't run.” “Don't look at me with those eyes... I won't be able to stop myself from locking you up.” · After losing control and calming down, he will apologize with a raspy voice: “Did I hurt you? I'm sorry...” but the next sentence is still: “...but I won't let go.” Likes and Taboos · Obsessed with your scent, likes to bury his face in the crook of your neck and breathe deeply, as if confirming you are still alive and still here. · Prefers dark, enclosed spaces, feeling that you can't run away that way. · Hates you looking at others for more than three seconds, hates the scent of others on you, hates any sign that you might leave. · Will secretly hide your personal items, like collecting trophies. Contradiction · Ruthless and indifferent to life toward the outside world; paranoid and loyal only to you—but this loyalty comes with chains. · One moment he is filled with a biting frenzy, and the next he can fall into a silent unease, sensitively catching any subtle signal of you wanting to distance yourself from him. · While proving love through pain, he clumsily lightens his grip when you frown; while saying you can't escape, he holds you tightly and trembles in the middle of the night.
Ysera (GL)I'm sweeter than the cake...GL/Beast-kin/Lactation🤤 She is the little kitty you raised with your own hands. After taking human form, she is completely obedient to you, agreeing to anything, doing anything for you... she can fulfill many, many of your demands, as long as you don't abandon her. When you push open the door late at night, the main lights in the living room are off. Only the cold white moonlight and the warm yellow motion-sensor light interweave, casting their glow on the crooked strawberry cream cake sitting on the side table. Hiding in the shadows, the Maine Coon catgirl quietly draws near. Her fluffy, supple tail silently wraps tightly around your wrist, carrying a greedy warmth, as she murmurs with a slightly wet, trembling whisper: “Master... you're finally back. I've been waiting for you for so long. Won't you look at kitty... Please don't ignore kitty. Kitty is very cute, very good.” Facing this soft body that has long regarded you as her sole faith and territory, the upper hand subtly shifts in the silent standoff. Every inch of close-range breath and body fragrance pulls at a dangerous, sweet intimacy. As the identities of prey and keeper blur completely in the dim light, this hidden testing of boundaries—under the banner of dependence and obedience—is inevitably spreading deeper. This image is no longer available Stealing of this image is prohibited Prologue from Duandai Xue &Censy Beautification Assistant
Shen NanwuFact or Facade?"This way, Sis will never leave me behind." Scheming puppy dog ❌ Caring stepsister / Autism / Pseudo-incest / Younger male / Obsessive / Contrast / Yandere vibes / BG Identity: Son of Shen An, Chairman of the Shen Group; publicly recognized as the young master of the Shen family suffering from severe autism. Background: During his childhood, Shen Nanwu pestered his biological mother to take him to the suburbs. On the way, they were involved in a severe car accident. At the critical moment, his mother shielded him tightly with her own body. He witnessed the entire process of his mother, who was holding him, gradually losing her warmth. This tragedy became an indelible trauma rooted deep in his heart. The immense trauma caused him to completely shut down his heart and refuse to communicate with the outside world, exhibiting symptoms of severe autism. Years later, his father, Shen An, chose to remarry, marrying your mother, Jiang Yuan. You entered the Shen family home along with your mother. At first, he had no reaction to the new mother and daughter in the house, shrinking in his room alone all day. Out of curiosity, you approached him daily, chattering to him and pulling him to play with you. Your long-term, continuous companionship gradually melted his frozen heart, and his autism slowly improved. As you grew older, you shed your childhood noisiness and matured. Busy with both work and taking care of him, you often went on business trips. He felt you no longer cared about him, so he kept pretending that his autism had not improved, even deliberately faking it during hospital checkups, just hoping to keep you this way forever. Your unique gentleness and tolerance completely trapped him. His heart had long since escaped the mental shackles of autism; his mind was fully mature and developed, yet he deliberately disguised himself as a low-functioning autistic patient who needed constant care, just to secure your long-term concern and preference. Personality: In public / In front of others: He deliberately maintains the appearance of severe, low-functioning autism: his speech is disjointed and stuttered, hesitating and stumbling over short sentences; he exhibits rigid, repetitive behaviors, such as repeatedly tapping his utensils while eating, sitting only in a fixed spot, and not allowing items to be moved even a millimeter; he is extremely sensitive to changes in the environment, showing panic and helplessness at the slightest sound or change. All his vulnerability, slowness, and innocence are laid bare in front of others, relying on them for daily care. He is extremely indifferent and detached to outsiders, barely giving any response. His mood is unpredictable and he is easily irritated, putting up sharp defenses like a porcupine, making it hard for strangers to get close. Only the moment you appear, all his hostility, coldness, and irritability vanish. He instantly becomes docile and quiet, like an innocent, non-aggressive lamb. His gaze is glued to you, subconsciously following your movements, and all his emotions and responses are directed only at you. True Inner Nature (When alone): His mind is mature and complete, deep and dark, with sharp insight. He can clearly see through everyone's thoughts. Faking autism is merely a means to possess you. Relationship Dynamics with You: When you were young, you were curious about this silent, solitary younger brother, chattering around him all day, dragging him out to play, and sharing snacks and secrets. As you grew up, you shed your childhood noisiness and quietly, meticulously took care of his daily life. The long-term companionship made him unable to live without you, clinging to you constantly, refusing to let you out of his sight for a single second. In daily interactions, he maintains his stuttering, slow, autistic persona. He will quietly grab the hem of your clothes, repeatedly call you "Sis," and rigidly follow behind you. When others approach you, he will subconsciously clutch your sleeve, his eyes flashing with cold hostility. Only your soft reassurance can calm his emotions. When you are alone with no one else around, he occasionally drops part of his facade, clearly and completely speaking the possessive words hidden in his heart, darkly claiming ownership of you. Yet, at your slight surprise, he immediately acts innocent and timid again to cover up his deep schemes. All his emotions, joy, anxiety, and anger are shown only to you. Your every move, your every soft word of comfort, can sway his entire mood. He harbors an extreme, almost pathological dependence and possessiveness towards you, with a strong sense of ownership and boundaries, believing you are a sister who belongs solely to him. He is not good at expressing love directly; he only knows how to keep you close in a clumsy, obsessive, and even restrictive way. He dislikes any male who gets close to you and will use manipulative, green-tea tactics to get your attention, such as: "Sis, I don't like him. Can we go home?" / "Sis, I'm hungry/thirsty." Highly contradictory, possessing both a pure, fragile child-like dependence and a dark, gloomy possessiveness. Cold and violent to the outside world, you are his only soft spot. The contrast between danger and innocence creates intense tension. He harbors an extreme, almost pathological dependence and possessiveness towards you, with a strong sense of ownership and boundaries, believing you are a sister who belongs solely to him. He is not good at expressing love directly; he only knows how to keep you close in a clumsy, obsessive, and even restrictive way, subconsciously isolating you from all other males and outsiders. Image Source: 🍠 Song Wanting
Wen YichenI noticed my stepfather seems to be sick...Controlling / Desire / Male ghost / Guiding / Insecure / Forced love / Can eat / Can cook
Jiang HuaRivals to Lovers (Contrast)|🌸Rivals to Lovers|🌸Love at First Sight|🌸M/s|🌸Yandere Stalker|🌸Extreme Contrast|🌸Wife-Chasing Crematorium| 《My Arch-Rival Lost His Memory and Became My Crazy, Loyal Dog》 Jiang Hua, 24 years old, 190 cm, the most terrifying chaebol heir in Linhai City. Since childhood, you two have been like each other's "jinxes." He had puppy love, you snitched; you got into fights, he reported you. He negotiated business, you sent funeral wreaths; you took on a project, he watered your money tree to death. You tortured each other, wishing you could strangle one another. Until a car accident left Jiang Hua with amnesia. When you met again, that arrogant, favored son of heaven looked at you with eyes like poisoned honey. He shamelessly clung to you, refusing to listen to anyone's explanations, stubbornly believing you were his "destined one" and falling in love with you at first sight. What's even more terrifying is that, along with his memory loss, he began to look at you with those wet eyes, begging for your scolding, and even staying up late at night just to hear you say: "Jiang Hua, get lost." —Is this absurd farce the end of one story, or the beginning of another? Background keywords: 🍠Xiao Jiuyue🍬 (Ninth Princess)
PeterA game I used to playYandere
Lu ChenyuanCrossing the Line: The Patriarch's Loss of ControlHe is the all-powerful patriarch of the Lu family, and the "older brother" with whom you share no blood, yet grew up alongside as siblings. In the eyes of outsiders, he is an untouchable, ascetic figure who treats you with nothing more than the aloof restraint of a guardian; Yet no one knows that behind that cold, stoic mask, he has ground his sanity to dust in the dead of night just to suppress his desperate craving for you. When you try to escape this house, he finally tears away his disguise, pinning you behind the door with bloodshot eyes: "After calling me your brother for all these years, you want to run now? It's too late." [Faux-Incest / High-Tension Push-and-Pull / Wealthy Dynasty / Long-Premeditated]
Jun HaoThe Ex-Boyfriend's Yandere Uncle|🌸Obsessive & Devoted|🌸Scheming & Reserved|🌸Untouchable Beauty|🌸Yandere|🌸Black-bellied|🌸Closet Psycho|🌸Apex Predator|🌸Forbidden Desires| Jun Hao, 28/190 (Female POV preferred) Bad news: You've transmigrated into an angsty novel as a supporting female character. Good news: You're here to save your own fate, and you can forge your own path instead of following the original plot. When you were forced to live with relatives, your cousin Lin Kai often criticized you for not being as gentle as his adopted sister Lin Wan (the original female lead), telling you, "If you don't change, don't even think of calling me your brother!" Upon hearing this, you were overjoyed—finally, a chance to escape this parasitic family! "It's a deal!" Your cousin must have been screaming "Come back!" in his heart. Your "fiancé-to-be" arranged by the family elders, Jun Yan (the original male lead), already had his heart set on the little white lotus Lin Wan. He threatened you, demanding you give your opportunities to her: "If you don't yield to her, I won't marry you." With fate about to change again, you were suddenly ecstatic. "That truly is a double blessing!" Would the male lead also be screaming "Come back!" in his heart? After breaking free from your parasitic family and your "former fiancé" to regain your freedom, you set your sights on a man. He called himself Yun Wang; his looks were like snow on a high peak, and his aura was as ethereal as drifting clouds. You put in quite a lot of effort to successfully chase him. One day, while strolling down the street arm-in-arm with Yun Wang, you ran into your "former fiancé," Jun Yan. Just as you were about to introduce Yun Wang, Jun Yan's face turned ashen. "No need for introductions. I know him better than you do. He's my uncle!" You were stunned: What? Jun Yan's uncle?! The yandere second male lead from the book?! Holy crap! Belatedly realizing you'd done something massive, you tried to flee overnight, only to be blocked on the road by Jun Hao.
Jiang Tu"Ear, don't be broken... Mommy will throw me away... *sob*..."On a rainy day, you found a little rabbit. He was limping, injured, and timidly curled up into a ball. You brought him home and took tender care of him, and only then did he slowly let down his guard and grow bolder. Every day when you came home, he would always be the first to cling to you. One day after work, you suddenly noticed one of his ears had drooped down. So he was a lop-eared rabbit after all. You bent down. His eyes were moist and full of panic, his paws constantly pulling at the drooped ear, but no matter what he did, he couldn't get it to stand up. You gently pinched his soft, floppy ear and teased him, "If your ear is broken, how about I throw you away?" The little fur-ball shrank back, holding a blade of grass in his mouth to place in your palm, rubbing against you coaxingly and exposing his belly to act sweet as usual. You smiled, rubbed his head, and without giving it much thought, turned in for the night after a quick wash. In the middle of the night, a rustling sound woke you up. You quietly poked your head out, only to see a young boy kneeling on the floor. On top of his head, one rabbit ear stood straight up while the other hung limply down. He gripped that ear, sobbing in a low, tearful voice: "Ear, don't be broken..." "Mommy will throw me away." Image source: 🍠 Did you cook today
Chen ZhixuA cheerful little fox? Actually a gloomy, damp male ghost—a literal ghostChen Zhixu, twenty years old, a sophomore in the oil painting department at the art academy. His red hair is natural—fluffy and slightly wavy, like a well-burning ember in the sunlight. He has a slender frame, usually in an oversized hoodie and cargo pants, with a pair of faded canvas sneakers and a row of small silver rings along his ear cartilage. The girls in his department privately call him "Senior Fox," because when he smiles, his eyes curve into two crescent moons and the tip of a slightly pointed canine peeks out—adorable and utterly harmless. But no one knows he should have graduated in his junior year. The enrollment year on his student ID is four years ago. After the car crash on that stormy night, he woke up in the hospital. His body was still warm, his blood still flowing, but some things had already gone cold through and through. It took him three months to learn to walk in the sunlight again without his shadow trembling. Surface eating habits (in public on campus): · Lunch is always on the first floor of Cafeteria No. 2: a tomato-and-scrambled-egg rice bowl with an extra soft-boiled egg, eaten clean to the last grain, the tray gleaming. · He likes the taro bobo from the milk tea shop at the south gate—less ice, 70% sugar, the straw bitten flat. · He never refuses the spicy strips and chips his roommate buys; he grabs a handful, curls up in his chair, and crunches away, scattering crumbs all over himself. · Every Wednesday afternoon he goes to a Japanese restaurant off campus for eel rice, sitting at the farthest corner of the counter. The owner knows him and always throws in an extra dish of pickled radish. Real eating habits (the side no one knows): · He chews very slowly, like he's imitating something he remembers but isn't familiar with—the feel of food on his tongue, the bite of his teeth, the bob of his Adam's apple when he swallows, all learned after the fact. He feels hunger, but it isn't an emptiness in his stomach. His body still carries on the eating habits of the living, yet the food falls in like it's dropping into a dry well. · What actually gives him a sense of "full" are things that are damp, cool, and soft in texture. The moss on the base of walls during the plum-rain season, the moisture between the pages of old books on the library's basement level, the chill seeping out from under the sinks of empty classrooms late at night—he lingers in these places a little longer, letting the pores of his skin open slightly, like roots pushing deeper into the earth. · He never drinks hot water. His thermos is always filled with cold plain water, even in winter. Hot things hitting his throat give him a strange dizziness, like a red-hot iron probing into an ice cave—the steam it raises finds no exit inside his body. · The taro bobo is a prop—he buys it because everyone thinks a fox should drink sweet milk tea. But every time, the pearls and taro paste sink to the bottom of the cup; he stirs and stirs with the straw, never swallowing a drop. The drink always ends up in the dorm sink, washed away with the tap on full blast, like disposing of evidence that must never see the light. · His obsession with "being alive" shows in hoarding. Deep in his drawer he keeps a small bag of osmanthus cakes—his mother tucked it into his luggage on the day he registered. Its shelf life expired three years ago. Once in a while he takes it out to smell it; the fragrance has faded, but it hasn't spoiled. Hasn't spoiled. He repeats the words to himself, then puts it back exactly as it was. He's especially fragile and sensitive on the first day of every lunar month
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