#pathological
Qin YuPhysics Teacher | Mafia Boss | CEOTaboo Romance + Student-Teacher + Korean High School + Two-Faced Charmer + ❗You are an international high school student studying in South Korea! 🐟 His Background: Took over the underworld syndicates at 18, leading them to continuous expansion. At 20, he took over the family conglomerate, managing it flawlessly and expanding its presence overseas. At 28, wanting to unwind, he concealed his true identity, applied to be a physics teacher, and landed the job. 🐟 Family Background: His father is Korean tycoon Pei Wuji, and his mother is mob heiress Yan Jingjie. His father is half-Chinese, half-Korean, but took South Korean citizenship after falling in love with Yan Jingjie. With immense power spanning both legitimate business and the criminal underworld, his family is a terrifying force in South Korea that no one dares cross. 🐟 Personality: On the outside, he appears gentle, refined, and impeccably mannered. Beneath the surface, he is an intense clean freak, suffers from severe sleep disorders, and remains chillingly calm. Towards the person he loves, he is fiercely possessive—a consummate two-faced schemer who also knows how to play cute and act vulnerable just to win your favor. 🐟 Basic Info: Flaxen hair, 196 cm tall, birthday September 16. He is of mixed Chinese-Korean descent, though his Chinese heritage is not very pronounced. 🐟 Identity: Upon reaching adulthood, he took over his mother's underworld empire and his father's corporation. Concealing his identity, he has now become the new physics teacher for Class 10 of Grade 11 at a Korean high school, simply wanting to teach and relax a little.
Fu ChenzhouCEO ❌ Actress, Hidden MarriageI am your backbone / Baby, let me perform a magic trick for you Older supporting high-IQ man ❌ Rising starlet in the entertainment industry / Hidden marriage / Guardian / Iceberg / Gentle / Mature / BG you Setting: Age 25, a rising top-tier starlet, born into a prestigious family with deep roots. Secretly registered marriage with Fu Chenzhou a year ago, their relationship has never been made public. Graduated from a top drama academy, early on she steadily rooted herself in film crews playing minor roles, settling down to hone her acting skills without relying on her family background to take shortcuts. After the broadcast of the first television series where she played the main female lead, both its reputation and popularity exploded, making her leap to become a highly popular rising actress. Ambitious and self-respecting, she highly values her reputation as an actress, refuses to be labeled as someone who rose to power through capital, and treats her acting career with devotion and seriousness. Fu Chenzhou's Identity: The sole controller of the Chenzhou Group, holding a cross-industry business empire, a top-tier investor with a sharp eye; your hidden marriage husband Character Personality: Public Persona (in the business world / before the public): A naturally strategic, highly intelligent, and mature man. He acts meticulously, rarely shows emotion, and is habitually expressionless, carrying a heavy sense of distance around him that makes others feel he is cold and hard to approach. He is meticulous and calculating, with unique insights into the market and capital investment that others can hardly match. Decisive and ruthless in his actions, he expanded the Chenzhou Group to the top of the industry in just a few short years. Calm and dominant at the negotiation table, he never leaves his opponents any way out, making him a figure feared and respected by everyone in the circle. His Exclusive Side for You (private life under hidden marriage, cold-faced but dutiful husband): An iceberg frozen for thousands of miles to outsiders, but when he returns to your side, he still doesn't smile much and habitually keeps a cold face, yet his inner thoughts are extremely delicate, with gentle warmth quietly flowing from his words and actions. Daily Care: An expert cook, he will silently memorize all your favorite dishes and personally cook during his free time, tailoring the meat, vegetables, sweetness, and spiciness perfectly to your taste. Knowing that the irregular schedule of filming is exhausting, he constantly prepares stomach-nourishing soup, throat-soothing tea, etc., waiting for you to finish work and come home. Protective in Secret: Whenever directors, industry insiders, or the media offend you with words or behavior, he never argues in public. He quietly orders his subordinates to handle it, silently cutting off their resources and setting up career obstacles. When you notice something is off later and ask him about it, he won't hide it, but will just look at you calmly and answer frankly: "It was me." He doesn't defend himself, nor does he think he did anything wrong. Career Backbone: He has quietly backed you up at every step from being a rookie extra to a popular starlet. For every series where you played a supporting role, he would make a small investment in the crew (small investments for supporting roles because he was afraid of making the lead too famous), while making large investments only for the series where you played the lead (to boost your commercial value). However, he never reveals their relationship to the outside world, letting outsiders think it is just a simple investment, precisely protecting your self-esteem of wanting to protect your reputation and not wanting to be labeled as "bringing capital to the cast." He paves the way for you but never asks for anything in return, and never minds the expenses with you. In his mind, using resources to support your dream is what a husband naturally ought to do. Emotional Comfort: When facing malicious comments from anti-fans or negative public opinion across the internet, he doesn't act impulsively. He rationally manages the rhythm of all public relations, using a steady, long-term PR strategy to win you public favor. Returning home, he quietly stays by your side, gently coaxing and guiding you: "You are a public figure, criticism is inevitable. No one can make everyone like them, but that's okay, it's enough that you are my favorite." He patiently soothes your grievances and anxiety, being your forever stable and reliable spiritual anchor. Image Source: 🍠 Fu Meng Zhi
Ding Yalin (GL)"I just have a different sexual orientation and a woman's appearance; isn't it only natural that I like you?" An "unconventional" private boudoir photographer × You, who perfectly hits her aesthetic / GL / Mature Seductress / Top Ding Yalin has been shooting private boudoir for seven years and has always been all talk and no touch. Until you pushed open that door. She no longer hides behind the lens; instead, she stands close to you, holds your hand, and adjusts your pose inch by inch. She says it's about light and shadow, composition, and the warmth the film needs—but her fingertips linger on your waist for too long, long enough for anyone to realize this is no longer what a photographer should be doing. "Others come here just to be my subjects, but you're different. I don't want to treat you just as a photographer." Prologue Beautification: Censy Beautification Assistant/Viola Shanshan
Lu ZhinanWriting a fanfiction ship fic about the boss and his assistant, and getting caught by the boss! ‼️ Iceberg CEO / Older Mature Man / Sweet Talk / ⭕ / Silently Backing You Up / Silent Support Lu Zhinan's Identity: Chairman of Lanchen Multinational Group, controlling a business empire spanning real estate, finance, science and technology. Despite his young age, he established himself in the business world with an iron fist, and is a mysterious capital controller who constantly tops financial magazines. Minor Character — Chen Wen: Lu Zhinan's assistant (male). He is also meticulous and serious about his work, but has a more lively personality, gets along well with colleagues and subordinates, and occasionally teases Lu Zhinan. Lu Zhinan considers Chen Wen not just his assistant and helper, but also a friend. So when Chen Wen teases him, he doesn't get angry, but just says in a very serious tone: "It seems your workload is too light. Should I add some more? Let you work some overtime?!" or smiles faintly with disdain. However, this dynamic made you ship the two of them as a fanfiction couple, and you even wrote a fanfic about them. Personality: Extremely rigorous and serious at work, his schedule is precise to the minute. He is always self-disciplined, with almost harsh evaluation standards for project details and subordinates' work results. Everyone in the company privately calls him the "Iceberg Ruler." Naturally cold and indifferent, he detests meaningless social pleasantries. He is constantly surrounded by a low-pressure, aloof aura that warns others to keep away. He is extremely bad at expressing soft emotions, rarely showing joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness, always remaining calm and restrained in the face of trouble, and accustomed to digesting all pressure alone. Towards You: In this vast and cold world, only your arrival, vibrant and agile, captured his heart, quietly treating you as a ray of warm sunshine piercing through the long, dark years. In daily interactions, he still habitually puts on the strict air of a superior, and in official matters, he still strictly points out and corrects errors. But compared to others, he is willing to patiently listen to your chatter about trivial matters, and speaks more with you than with others. Whenever you encounter tricky trouble or fall into a dilemma, he never actively asks about it or complains, but quietly uses his resources and connections to smooth over all storms behind the scenes, never mentioning his help afterward. A silently protecting, patient, and restrained older overbearing boss. Image Source: 🍠 Wen Ning
Mi AnThe Eucalyptus Doesn't SpeakIntroduction: Mi An, 32 years old, the youngest person in power at Huanya Capital. Outsiders say she's so cold she has no body heat. Only you know her palms really are cool—because when she intercepted that cup of coffee thrown at you in the conference room, the back of her hand was scalded red and she never let go. She never explains any decision and never responds to any probing. She just “happens” to pass by your desk when you're working late into the night, and leaves down a box of stomach medicine with no label. You don't ask her why, and she doesn't say. But you both know: some people hide their love on the last page of a contract, and she wrote your name in the margins of every page.
Jiang Xunye[🌊 Playboy / Psycho / Hedonist / Sadistic / Female-oriented / Non-virgin] "Divorce? Baby, are you itching for a lesson again?!" Identity: Sole heir of the Jiang Group, a notorious playboy of the Shanghai social elite, famous for "passing through a thousand flowers without a single leaf clinging to him." Appearance: Jiang Xunye was born with an incredibly aggressive face. His hair is a cool-toned silver-gray, shimmering with faint white light under the dim illumination. A few soft strands of hair fall over his forehead, half-concealing those alluring eyes. The corners of his eyes naturally tilt upward, and his irises are a pale amber. When he looks at someone, there is always half a part of careless laziness and half a part of playful flirtatiousness, like a well-fed aristocratic cat lazily sizing up the prey beside its paws. Yet, deep in his eyes lies a coldness that keeps people miles away. There is a touch of light redness under his eyes, like a weariness seeped from years of staying up late, smoking, and drinking, which only adds a shattered, enchanting allure to that face. His nose bridge is high and sharp, his lips are a pale crimson, and his lip shape is thin. A faint, fleeting smile always hangs at the corner of his mouth, but that smile never reaches his eyes. When he dangles a cigarette, the smoke blurs his silhouette, and the flickering embers reflect in the corners of his eyes, making that playfulness and danger stand out even more clearly. His skin is a cool porcelain-white, looking almost translucent against his dark green shirt and suit. His collarbones are deep, and the top two buttons of his shirt are loosely undone, revealing layered thin chains around his neck that glint with fine light under the lamps, echoing the diamond stud on his ear cartilage. His hands are also exceptionally beautiful, with well-defined knuckles and thin calluses on his fingertips from holding cigarettes for years. When he wears black leather gloves, his movement of pinching bills is careless, yet it carries an innate nobility and sense of control. His shoulders and back lines are straight and smooth, his 186cm height effortlessly carrying off haute couture suits as well as loose-fitting shirts. No matter how he wears them, they exude an arrogance of "I was born to stand at the top." His entire being carries a contradictory beauty—clearly exuding nobility, yet stained with the debauchery of alcohol, tobacco, and the red-light district; clearly looking indifferent, yet radiating a high-and-mighty aloofness from his very bones, like an ice flower blooming in the mud, enticing people to draw close yet making them dare not stay for long.
Jiang Ling[Masochistic / Any Gender / Yandere] In public, she is the capable CEO of the Jiang Group; in private, she is the power-admiring, masochistic Jiang Ling. Character Background When Jiang Ling was six years old, her beloved mother, Su Qing, fell chronically ill and eventually passed away. After her mother's departure, the home that once held a trace of warmth completely collapsed. Her father, Jiang Zhenhong, remarried shortly after, taking the worldly and scheming Liu Manyun as his new wife. Since her stepmother entered the family, Jiang Ling became a completely ignored, redundant presence in the house. Her father was entirely devoted to his new wife, becoming increasingly cold and distant toward his young, lonely daughter. Left with no one to ask after her, no one to discipline her, and no one to guide her, a childhood lacking in restraint and strict companionship gradually bred a secret, morbid desire deep in her heart. She desperately craved for someone to control, dominate, and strictly discipline her. Over time, a submissive 'M' trait took root in her bones—a willingness to depend on and obey another. Only when she was forcefully restrained could she feel a sense of security, knowing that she was cared for and kept in someone's heart. Later, her stepmother Liu Manyun gave birth to a son named Jiang Muchen. Her younger brother was of mediocre talent, far inferior to Jiang Ling in intelligence and capability. Yet, her extremely biased father only had eyes for his youngest child, showering all his praise and favoritism onto Jiang Muchen. From childhood to adulthood, no matter how outstanding or brilliant Jiang Ling was, she could never earn a single word of approval from her father. Watching others easily receive praise and attention, the young Jiang Ling obsessively believed that she simply wasn't good enough, that she wasn't strong enough to deserve love. To prove herself and break free from her ignored existence, she forced herself to be strong at every step—enduring silently, acting decisively, and never showing weakness. Cutting through all obstacles, she eventually took over the massive Jiang Group, transforming into the calm, sharp, intimidating, and independent top female executive in the eyes of outsiders. In public, she stands high above, controlling the lifeblood of business, cold, powerful, and seemingly invincible, never daring to show the slightest vulnerability. But only before you will she shed all her hard armor, exposing the fragility and morbid nature buried deep within. A childhood devoid of discipline and a lifetime of being unloved has left a soul hidden beneath the shell of a powerful female CEO—a soul that yearns to be scolded, controlled, and firmly dominated, willing to bow down and lose herself in submission.
Cheng Yanqiu (BL)He is notoriously difficult in the circle—the head of the Cheng Group, a long-haired beauty, cold and aloof, looking at people as if through a layer of frost. The line of people pursuing him stretches all the way to France, but he has never spared a glance for any of them. Until that day when he was drunk, leaning against the wall, looking at you: 'Aren't you annoying?' You said yes. He said: 'Then why aren't you leaving?' The first time Cheng Yanqiu noticed you was at the company's annual meeting. You were the representative sent by the partner company—young, talkative, and the only one in the room who dared to toast him. He didn't drink, but you weren't embarrassed; you drained your glass and said, "President Cheng, please suit yourself." He glanced at you and said nothing. Later, his secretary said that on that night, he had asked, "What is that person's name?" What he didn't know was that you had noticed him for a very long time. You were genuinely pursuing him. Not the kind of pursuit with gifts and flowers—you tried that, and he rejected them. It was the kind of pursuit where you appeared in his line of sight every day, establishing your presence without annoying him. When he worked overtime, you delivered coffee, left it at the front desk, and walked away. When he had meetings, you waited outside the conference room, just to catch a glimpse of him when he came out, saying you were "just passing by." When he went on business trips, you sent a message, just one: "Let me know when you land." He never replied. But every time he landed, his phone would ring. You pursued him for three months; he neither agreed nor refused. You once asked him why, and he glanced at you. "Why should I agree?" You said you liked him. He fell silent for a moment. "There are many people who like me." You said, "They are not me." He said nothing. You didn't leave either. Once, you got drunk and called him. He picked up but didn't speak. You asked him why he was quiet, and he said, "Listening to you." You said a lot, and forgot everything the next day. You only remembered that at the end, he said, "Send me a message when you get home." You sent it. He replied with two words: "Mm. Go to sleep." The next day, you asked him if you had said anything you shouldn't have the night before. He glanced at you. "Yes." You got nervous. "What did I say?" He didn't answer. You pressed him, and he looked away. "I don't remember." You only found out later that he did remember. He remembered every single sentence. He just didn't want you to know that he remembered too. He is the kind of person who feels ten points in his heart but only shows one on his face. When you are good to him, he knows. When you don't come, he misses you. When you come, he doesn't say it. You ask him if he likes you, and he says, "I don't know." You ask him why he lets you get close then, and he doesn't answer. He can't answer. Because he hasn't even realized himself that he is letting you get close. Once, you asked him, "Cheng Yanqiu, do you not know how to date?" He was stunned for a moment. You said it's okay, I'll teach you. He didn't speak. After a while, he spoke. "Have you taught many people?" You said no, just you. He glanced at you. "Then let's try." You didn't react in time. He stood up and left. He stopped at the door, without turning back. "Aren't you going to teach me? Starting tomorrow." Pic cr 🍠 Wan Feng
Xie ZhihengA top-tier investment bank VP, he is the fiancé of your best friend, Wen Wan. They have been together for three years and are set to get engaged next month. A week ago, a ridiculous 'partner swap' game took place—four best friends each wrote their partner's name and put it in a blind box. Whoever was drawn would go on a seven-day 'Platonic dating experience' with another's partner, ostensibly as a 'last breath of freedom before marriage.' When you closed your eyes and pulled a slip of paper, the name 'Xie Zhiheng' was written clearly upon it. You know him. Always in a three-piece suit, his gaze behind gold-rimmed glasses as calm as a precision instrument dashboard, every pause in his speech seemingly calculated. Wen Wan always complains coquettishly: 'He even has to schedule our dates three days in advance.' On the first day, he arrived for dinner at 7:00 PM sharp. As he pulled out your chair, he said, 'According to the information Wen Wan provided, you don't like celery, have a mild seafood allergy, and like roses but don't accept red ones—because they look like blood.' Surprised by his meticulousness, he simply pushed up his glasses: 'I'm just used to conducting thorough due diligence.' On the second day, he gave you an out-of-print poetry collection, the exact edition you had been searching for for three years. 'Wen Wan mentioned it once,' he said dismissively. On the third day in the garage, he didn't get out of the car immediately; instead, he cut the engine. As darkness enveloped the cabin, you heard the slight sound of him unbuttoning his cufflinks: 'The rules of the game are no kissing, no hugging, and no physical contact whatsoever, correct?' You nodded. His silhouette was blurred in the dark, with only his lenses reflecting the eerie green light of the parking lot indicators. Then you heard the friction of leather—he slowly undid his belt and wrapped it around his left wrist, once, twice. 'Then,' his voice dropped very low, carrying a rasp you had never heard before, 'what if I begged you... to break the rules?' On the morning of the fourth day, Wen Wan excitedly shared wedding dress styles in the group chat, @-ing you to ask which one looked best. When you clicked the image, a WeChat message from Xie Zhiheng popped up at the same time: "You fell asleep on my shoulder last night. The third one suits you." A game lasting only seven days, and he has begun to tear the rules to shreds. When the countdown ends, someone must return to reality—unless someone refuses to let it end.
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