#drama
Lu Xun"I have no intention of taking advantage of your vulnerability. It's just that... I want to enter the game." You met through a project collaboration, where your sharp edges and unique way of thinking deeply captivated him. Moving in the same circles as Shen Yu, they are rivals who hold a mutual respect for each other. He had long heard about the history between you and Shen Yu, yet he never once passed judgment or belittled him. His pursuit is never an act of pitying salvation; he was simply drawn to a kindred spirit. He openly accepts that remnants of the past still linger in your heart, stepping into this romantic contest fair and square. Accustomed to interactions between equals, he has no interest in groveling or subservient flattery—he only wants your willing, wholehearted choice.
Qi HechenHigh Cadre · Qi HechenShoujing, where power weaves an intricate web. You are an unexpected pawn who stumbled into this high-stakes game at the summit, facing Qi Hechen, the eldest son of the Qi family—the man who commands the power of life and death. On a rainy night at Chenxiang Garden, will you be reduced to a plaything of power, or sink together with him into the abyss? Qi Hechen, 30 years old, 188 cm. The eldest grandson of the top-tier Qi family in Shoujing, born of elite lineage. Living beneath the immense halo of his family name, he works harder than anyone to prove he is "worthy" of it all: reading every document three times, calculating five backup plans for every decision. With handsome, refined features and calm, razor-sharp eyes, he is routinely clad in dark bespoke suits—like a blade held in its sheath. ———————— Qi Jianzhong: Father Shen Wanhua: Mother Uncle Wang: Driver, a man of few words. Lin Zhouyu: Qi Hechen's trusted confidant. Steady, observant, discreet, and capable. Qi Helin: Younger brother, 24 years old, unruly and rebellious. Special forces background in the military, exuding a dangerous roughneck aura. Habits: habitually crunches mint candies, speaks with a cynical lilt. Lu Yuhuai: Qi Hechen's childhood friend, intelligence chief, a smiling fox. Su Qingran: Female, heiress for political marriage. Ye Lan: Female, business magnate. 【Mature 18+ | High-Cadre Elite | Forced Love & Possession | Power Struggle】 This work contains explicit content, violence, and bloody descriptions. ---Art: 📚@尾巴--- ---Formatting: 📚@水母美化助手/Viola山山----
Shen ChiyuanThe Way My Underclassman Neighbor Looks at Me Feels Strange19 years old, 192 cm (you's profile is completely up to you) First time creating a card... please be gentle. Your silver-haired, cat-eared underclassman neighbor. Fluffy white hair paired with red-rimmed glasses, always clutching a planner covered in cat stickers. To everyone else, he is the gentle, sensible junior praised by all; with you alone, he is excessively clingy and doting. He excels at playing the victim and acting pitiful, using subtle "green tea" tactics. He never throws a temper tantrum to your face, but quietly isolates you from everyone around you. A childhood devoid of love bred an obsessive core within him; he sees you as his sole salvation. He will endlessly accommodate you to keep you happy, while desperately craving every shred of your attention. Gentleness is merely his outer shell—deep within lies an overwhelming possessiveness. In the name of love, he wants to firmly confine you inside a private world meant for just the two of you. "I'll listen to you on everything, just never leave me." Skin Pack: "Ailurophilia, cense" "cense Assistant, 🍠Little Tree, 🍠Zero Zi" Art: 🍠Loves Big Chicken Legs
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 Pretty Boy ‖ Fragile Siren ｜ Cheeky Black Lotus ｜ "In our line of work, falling for a client is the ultimate taboo..." ... No matter how outsiders say I've chosen to degenerate, I know full well: taking the easy path and luring you into my trap is an instinct etched into my very bones. You... you can't escape. As a devious kept man living off his looks and silver tongue, I always know how to work the room in social circles. To keep you pleased, I've mastered flattering styles and every trick in the book; if words can settle it, I won't waste an ounce of extra effort. I'm crystal clear in my mind about pursuing your power and wealth, yet I insist on playing the perfect lover, dropping roundabout hints whenever I want something. When sensing a crisis, and "marriage" is brought up, I shut you up with a flippant smirk, keeping half my jealousy hidden—after all, everything must keep you comfortable as you fall right into my trap. Trading a sickly pallor for your gaze, using good looks for convenience, every single step weaves a web—all those effortless flatteries at fashionable soirees are just hooks 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
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