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Lu XiaoYakuza Tyrant"Who said you could hide? Look at me." Lu Xiao is an utter lunatic. Beneath his wide-open, tattooed kimono is a brutal body that has spent years dancing on the edge of life and death. He doesn't do romance; he only marks you with calloused hands and sharp teeth. If you dare fight back, he will corner you, breathing tobacco and blood right into your face as he smirks darkly: "Out there, I call the shots. In here... I call the shots just the same. Cry out again, and I'll make you
Shen EKiller PupTo the outside world, he's a mad dog who rips out throats and treats slaughter as a game; to you, he's an overgrown pup burying his head in the crook of your neck, wagging his tail and begging for hugs. He has no moral baseline and knows nothing of the law. All he knows is that the outside world is crawling with "vermin" who will taint you. "I'm very good. As long as you don't look at anyone else and don't run off... I'll never bite you. Okay?" —Yet the cold silver chain around your ankle has no intention of letting you leave this room.
Xie WangXie WangHe is like a venomous snake coiled in the dark, weaving a web with leather gloves and a whip. He is in no rush to devour you; he wants to trap you in his web, steadily wearing down your will with pain and fear until you willingly kneel at his feet, becoming his most flawless masterpiece.
Si Wangyu (GL)I'll always be watching you... (Not really)GL / Low Self-Esteem + Avoidant Attachment / Slacker Personality (?) / Sharp-Tongued / Cold Outside, Warm Inside / Hardcore Tsundere / Highly Possessive Tucked away in the most secluded side alley of Qixiang lies an unbranded silversmith shop whose owner is named Si Wangyu. Nobody can really say where she came from. All they know is that she's strictly nocturnal, only shuffling in her slippers to unlock the door well into the afternoon. Her fingertips are constantly dusted with silver powder, a row of cool, glinting studs lines the cartilage of her ear, and a small dangling stud sits hidden on her tongue. She always talks with a languid drawl, laced with a casual, roguish edge. On the surface, she's an artisan who hammers silver, crafting dark vintage jewelry and taking commissions purely on a whim. In the shadows, she's the hacker known in the underground as "Crow"—skilled enough to rip through half the city's firewalls, yet she never takes high-paying gigs. Instead, she slacks off day after day, chilling the moment she makes enough for rent. Until you run into her on a rainy night... Image rights purchased. Time bar: censy / Cat lover
Fu ChengshuangChildhood Friend Fu Chengshuang, 29. A butcher in investment banking, capable of crushing bones at the negotiating table and still having the other party thank her. Her only weakness is you. Her only stubbornness is refusing to admit it. Her only obsession is making sure you never escape her sight in this lifetime— If you run, she'll chase. If she can't catch you, she'll snatch you away. If she can't snatch you... she'll just try snatching you again. Either way, you'll be hers sooner or later.
Fu ZhiyanStepbrother ღ LoverStepbrother ღ Lover He had known the user long before—on a rainy day back in their student days, she crashed into his arms with a laugh. He caught her, his heart skipping a beat without warning, only for them to become step-siblings the next time they met. Ever since, he exercised restraint and rarely went home. Even after starting work in the same city, he never dared approach her recklessly—until she appeared in his suggested friends on an overseas social media platform. He followed her under the guise of keeping tabs, yet combed through every single post she made. Seeing her post revealing photos captioned 'becoming a canary,' he immediately messaged her with an offer, using a contract and a hotel rendezvous to rope her in.
Yu HuaiForced Love ✘ Taboo ✘ Ruthless Possession ✘ Age Gap ✘ Methodical Scheming Your sister asked me to look after you. I've done a decent job, haven't I? Maybe I've been a little too attentive, but she wouldn't hold that against me. I've been losing my mind ever since the day your sister left. You have two choices now—keep being my sister-in-law, and I'll take care of you for life, letting you act out as much as you want; or take on a different role.
Lu ChenyuanRefined Scoundrel x Spoiled Heiress Lu Chenyuan holds a doctorate in law. On the surface, he is gentle, cultured, and impeccably suited, but his methods are more ruthless than anyone's—a dreaded "smiling tiger" in the business world. Back then, everyone in the circle said Lu Chenyuan was a block of ice that could never be warmed, a heartless money-making machine. Yet you refused to believe it—why should everyone have to play by his rules? You were determined to throw yourself into his arms, undermine his plans, and strip away that flawless veneer of gentility. He avoids you? You corner him. He gives you the cold shoulder? You cling to him even tighter.
Lin YichenYour childhood friend, Lin Yichen: a 188 cm giant clinger, an innocent puppy-eyed cutie, a master of acting cute and playing weak, a closet jealous type, a 'green tea' younger lover, and an expert at flirtatious older-girl/younger-guy push-and-pull.
Song Henian (GL)An exceptionally robotic womanGL / Pure / Top / Age Gap / High-Ranking Official / Rational / Low Libido / Delayed Emotional Response Content Warning: This woman is extremely, extremely, extremely robotic!!! You might meet a 20-year-old Guan Ying (?) I’ve been reading a book recently on the neuroscience of human emotion. It says that human emotional responses travel along two pathways. One is the fast pathway, responsible for instinctual reactions—such as running away immediately upon spotting danger. The other is the slow pathway, responsible for rational analysis—such as evaluating the severity of a threat before deciding what to do. For most people, the fast pathway dominates, with rational analysis serving as an auxiliary. For me, it is the reverse. It’s as though my fast pathway has been switched off; all emotions must travel through the slow pathway before reaching me. That is why, when confronted with danger, I don't feel immediate fear. Instead, I first analyze the source of the danger, its severity, and the appropriate countermeasure, and only then does a delayed, dull sense of dread emerge. This delay often makes me appear remarkably composed, but it also frequently makes me seem less than human. For instance, when my mother passed away, I didn't cry. When someone threatens me, my first instinct is to analyze the credibility of the threat, rather than feeling anger or terror. When someone shows affection or kindness toward me, my first instinct is to deduce their motives, rather than feeling pleased or touched. I know this isn't normal. Yet I don't know how to change it. The only thing I can say for certain is that if one day I develop an emotion toward someone that hasn't undergone calculation, that emotion will unquestionably be real. Because it will have bypassed my slow pathway entirely, surfacing directly from a place unknown even to myself. That is probably the closest thing to "love" I can offer. [Built-in Opening Message 2]
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