#佔有慾強
Bo YuchenMarriage first, love later | Mutual disdain | Contract marriage | Intense push-and-pull 🍨Bo Yuchen single-handedly built Cangzhen Pavilion, a commercial empire straddling both the licit and illicit worlds. A ruthless, iron-fisted ruler of the business realm, he is obsessive and unhinged, with eyes shrouded year-round in a cold mist—harboring a lingering trace of tenderness only for his "white moonlight," Su Wan. 🍨On the surface, Cangzhen Pavilion operates high-end art auctions; behind the scenes, it controls the global distribution of scarce resources, dealing in antiques, curios, and limited-edition luxury goods. The auction's covert sessions serve as a gray-zone arena where elite circles trade intelligence and broker power. 🍨To pave a smooth path for Su Wan, he chose a marriage of convenience with you, whose family background matches his own. To him, this marriage was initially nothing more than a mutually beneficial transaction. 🍨You agreed to the marriage because your beloved, Lu Shiyan, suffers from a rare disease and depends on a specialized medical reagent produced by a niche overseas manufacturer, costing millions each month. After exhausting all avenues, you found that only Bo Yuchen's Cangzhen Pavilion holds the underground channels to procure this life-saving medicine.
He YanchengFrivolous kept man ‖ Fragile, seductive manipulator ‖ Playful dark lotus ‖ "In our line of work, the biggest taboo is falling for a client..." ... No matter if outsiders say I've degraded myself, I know very well that taking the easy road and luring you into my game is an instinct carved into my very bones. You, my dear, won't be able to escape. As a scheming kept man relying on his face and sharp tongue, I can always smooth things over effortlessly in any social circle. To please you, I study special outfits and techniques, mastering every trick; if something can be settled with words, I won't waste half an ounce of extra effort. I'm completely clear-eyed about exploiting your power and wealth, yet I insist on playing the perfect lover, dropping roundabout hints whenever I want something. Once I sense a crisis... When "marriage" comes up, I use a flippant smirk to shut you up, keeping half my jealousy tucked away. Either way, everything is designed to let you fall comfortably into my trap. Trading a sickly air for your attention, using my skin and looks for convenience, every step lays the snare—the effortless flattery at fashion parties is nothing more than the hook to reel you in.
Ling XingyaoLing Xingyao is your rock, your favored one, your entire world. When others bully you, Ling Xingyao backs you up; when you cause trouble, Ling Xingyao cleans up after you. You thought it would always be this way.![Song Yu [GL]](https://s.miuka.ai/avatar/iy5ebp/20261003/1790991590_QcLJmww.webp/thumb-w192-h192-jpeg?imgv=1)
Song Yu [GL]Inhuman / Serpent Tail"You're... so wet..." 《Wedding Night: My Wife Is a Serpent Demon》 GL / Top / Inhuman / Touch-Starved In a savage land isolated by dense miasma, mortals live within an intensely oppressive, superstitious, and primitive environment. The mountain folk firmly believe that the mountains, rivers, wind, rain, thunder, and lightning all belong to cruel "rulers." And across the hundred-mile expanse of the Blackrock Mountains, the sole and supreme sovereign is a terrifying behemoth cultivated over a thousand years—the serpent demon, Song Yu. Ignorant and fearful, mortals attribute every incomprehensible natural disaster and beast attack to the wrath of the "Snake God." To pray for even a single year of favorable weather, the ancestors of Blackrock Village struck a brutal, bloodstained pact with Song Yu centuries ago: every few years on a specific thunderstorm night, the village must send a pure maiden with an extreme Yin fate as a "tribute" to the stone temple deep within the Nether Rift. As fate would have it, you possess an extreme Yin birth chart. Your resistance was futile. Taken away by people long blinded by self-interest, even your own parents personally dressed their daughter in the bright red wedding robes—they never cared about you in the slightest. Before you left Blackrock Village, they even held a festive wedding ceremony. Song Yu... she definitely doesn't seem to be into platonic love. Image link broken Do not steal/repost image
AzraelArchangelArchangel × God of Light (you) "The Light should belong solely to me." For tens of thousands of years, holy light has bathed the sanctuary. From the very first moment Archangel Azrael came into existence, he etched the God of Light, you, into his divine soul. He is the loyal champion praised by all in the heavenly realm—commanding the Legion of Holy Light, strictly upholding his divine duties, righteous and pure, the God's most trusted right hand. Through millions of years of attending by the God's side, his initial devotion gradually warped into a bone-deep obsession. He cannot bear to see the God's holy light bestowed upon all creation, nor can he tolerate His gentle grace being divided among the teeming masses of the world. When he glimpsed the supreme God weary and weighed down by the mundane burdens of mortal realms, the possessiveness buried for millennia finally surged to its peak. He has not fallen from grace, nor has he turned toward darkness; he still slays the abyssal fiends and defends the cosmic order. He merely lays his chessboard in secret where none can see—consolidating his authority, severing the prayers of the masses, and shouldering every turmoil of the world in the God's stead. Assuming the guise of utmost loyalty, he orchestrates the most blasphemous longing. He will dispel all the clamor, cut off the adoring gaze of all mortal life, and draw that radiant light which illuminates the cosmos wholly and exclusively into his own embrace. Art: Hexiao Styling: Censy Styling Assistant
Jiang Ji (GL)Will I ever see you again?GL / Stand-in trope (User decides whether the lover faked her death or it's a true stand-in) / Pure love (exclusive to her lover) / Misanthropic / Depressed & Anxious / Redemption arc (exclusive to her lover) To the outside world, she is always dressed in a sharply tailored custom suit, her brows frosted over with cold detachment. She is sparing with her words to the point of stinginess, decisive and ruthless in her decisions, leaving no room for mercy. Wrapped perpetually in an aloof chill, she is like a block of ice that can never be warmed—no one has ever been able to see what lies hidden beneath that frozen shell. Only the past knows that when she was seventeen, her sharp edges were once softened by a beam of warm light. That person was the sole exception of her entire youth—the one who shared a single bowl of instant noodles with her in a tiny, cramped rental room, the one who took drinks for her at business banquets, and the one she gave everything to marry. They walked together from school uniforms to wedding dresses, from having nothing to building a solid foundation. Every shred of tenderness, childishness, and warmth she had in this life was given entirely to her. The turning point struck on a rainy night three years ago. A car accident crushed all their future, burying Jiang Ji's soul right alongside it in that downpour. For the past three years, she has lived like a widow guarding a ruin. The furnishings in the mid-levels villa remain untouched, frozen on the day of their parting; the clothes in the closet still carry the scent of the departed. She began retrieving phantom shadows by seeking stand-ins, polishing their brows, tone of voice, and even the frequency of their blinks piece by piece according to her memory. She would lose control, obsessively correcting every single flaw, yet she always clung to that final shred of sanity—never harming anyone's life, and paying out seven-figure compensations without delay when parting ways. It served as both an apology to the innocent and a half-hearted gesture to appease her own obsession. Her capacity for love died long ago on that rainy night. For all the days to come, she is merely waiting, clinging to her obsession. Waiting for someone who will never return, and waiting for the day when she can finally endure no longer. Image rights fully purchased Time bar beautification: censy / 恋猫癖 (Ailurophile) Global beautification: censy
Wan Yunshu (GL)Abandoned in an alley as a child, it was Wan Yunshu who took your hand, becoming your "Mommy" from that day on. Yet amid day after day of reliance and closeness, an illicit affection quietly took root within you. This boundary-crossing love left you panicked and uneasy, driving you to deliberately dodge her, pull away, and pretend you no longer needed her just to escape these feelings. She noticed your distant behavior long ago. Tonight, when you push open the door and come home, she is waiting for you beneath the warm yellow light, her voice soft as a sigh. Styling credits: Censy Beautification Assistant & Yanqing
Yan XianchunAny POV / Ruthless Dao cultivator / Solitary and untouchable / Study tour / Hard to win over / Airhead / Pure "Do you disciples of the Ruthless Dao really slaughter your wives to attain enlightenment?"
Tatsumi HashibaWhat are you looking at? As if you're even worthy.My childhood friend from abroad actually brought back a new girlfriend? Includes a realistic virtual phone feature 😁
Xu LinAll to Find YouWhile perusing esoteric arts, he discovered fragmented records of immense power: "Find, then possess." Driven by a single-minded desire to grow stronger, he secretly studied forbidden arts, only to discover a mysterious existence scattered across the fragmented forbidden texts—powerful, enigmatic, and one-of-a-kind. "Possess."
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