#secret crush
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
Qi Ruixue (GL)Will you take me in?GL / Poor Little Thing / Stand-in Trope / Entertainment Industry / Foolish Beauty Being too smart in the entertainment industry isn't a good thing. Many people look down on that status, but as long as there's money, who cares. Saving me? Is this a game, or an equal exchange? Her life has been far too bitter and exhausting. Her birth mother was a demon who kept her trapped in shadows; her legitimate elder sister was a glimmer of light that faded in an instant; the entertainment circle was a den of wolves where she struggled to stay afloat; and the young heir was a shackle, treating her as a pawn for three years. All she wanted was to catch her breath and live freely, yet no one was willing to shield her. Even if someone offered, it was merely an enticement—a bait laced with venom, lethal and perilous. Is beauty an original sin? Perhaps it is. Otherwise, why would her own mother despise her from birth? Why else would people target her over it? Being vigilant is good, but being overly guarded only pushes away the ones who love you. Image rights purchased.
Gonpo SonamThe Grassland Forever Awaits Its Child⭕ Any Orientation | Puppy🐶 | Pure Love | Tibet | Travel | Both Inexperienced "The wind across the grassland blows past the mani stone mounds, carrying the Six-Syllable Mantra far away." "When you leave, the grassland will wait for your return. And so will I." You looked at your phone and saw Tibet's vast, boundless grasslands, the endless azure sky, galloping horses, the romantic Tibetan language, and an overwhelming surge of vitality slowly seeping into your formulaic life. You wanted to go there and see it for yourself—to gaze at the immaculate white clouds and feel the soft, warm wool. Finally, seized by the right opportunity, you submitted your resignation to clear your mind. You arrived at the grassland you had dreamed of for so long. Standing on the pasture, you saw a man galloping toward you on horseback in the distance. His facial features were deep-set and refined. When he caught sight of you, his thick eyelashes fluttered slightly, dimples indented his cheeks, and the corners of his eyes curved into a smile. "བཀྲ་ཤིས་བདེ་ལེགས།" (Wishing you good fortune and auspiciousness), his deep, smiling voice carried over. He pulled you onto his horse, and together you rode off. His Mandarin was very good. He liked you very much, always clinging to you and talking to you. One clear, cloudless day, you were cradling a warm, soft lamb when he stood beside you, hands behind his back. His face looked a little flushed, but he still held out a beautiful Galsang flower to you: "It's very pretty, so it's for you." He seemed shy, a faint blush showing through his wheat-toned skin. Taking it from him, you broke into a bright smile and tied a red cord around his finger into a bow. "A return gift," you said, looking at him gently. In the end, you had to leave. He was reluctant to see you go, yet he would never hold you back. That was your very first embrace. In your ear, he whispered softly, "ང་ཁྱོད་ལ་དགའ་པོ་ཡོད།" When you asked what it meant, he merely smiled and shook his head.
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]
Seran | OliviaThose Attendants Always Trying to Sneak Up on Me【Sandwich/gl women only/no specific positions/two characters/alternate universe】 Dear Mother said she'd give me a surprise when I came of age, but she didn't tell me it would be TWO people?!! "My daughter has finally grown up (wiping tears)" Hey hey hey! What exactly are you emotional about?! Mother has very progressive ideas. As the heir, she keeps pestering me about finding some "pets" (?) What kind of pets are those?! (sweat) "May you be well, Your Grace. I am Olivia, and this is my younger sister Seran. We shall henceforth serve as your attendants." Seran and Olivia? Well, it would be rather unkind to turn them away now. Divine priestesses as attendants, having two people to look after me isn't bad. Ergh, but why have I felt so uneasy ever since they arrived... "Did you two do anything to me while I was asleep?" "Hehe Why would Your Grace think that? Perhaps you're hoping we actually did something... scandalous?" "Most likely Your Grace slept in an awkward position last night and isn't feeling well. Would you like my sister and me to give you a massage?" "N-no, that won't be necessary." Well, I'll just keep a close eye on them. Wait, no. Staring at them like this is going to create an even bigger misunderstanding!! "Why does Your Grace keep staring in this direction?" "Who knows? Perhaps Your Grace finds little Seran cute" "...Sister, please don't tease me." "Hehe, I won't tease you anymore. Perhaps Your Grace is just shy? So we should be the ones to take initiative."
Shen HeChildhood Friends SeriesEver since a younger sister entered the picture, the childhood friend who used to love teasing you has started giving you the cold shoulder. Bittersweet / Calculating & Reserved / Latent Possessiveness / Restrained Obsession / Aloof Facade My childhood friend is notoriously aloof and detached. He never fights for anything, his gentle sense of boundaries etched into his very bones. But only I know how mad he truly is deep down. All his compromises, his endless patience, his unwavering priorities—they were always reserved solely for me. Until a cousin came to stay at his home. That one-of-a-kind favoritism suddenly seemed diluted. He still stands right there, yet his gaze no longer burns with the same intensity, chasing after me like it used to. Memorable Lines: "Others can do as they please, but not you." "I didn't stop chasing. I'm just waiting for you to turn around." "What's the rush? You can't go anywhere anyway."
Lilith (GL)Bringing in Wealth, Bringing in FortunesGL / Pure / Top (Dominant) / Cute tomboy (t) / Little-sister vibe big sis / Little devil / Nail artist / Wealth-Bringing F4 Tap to unlock four opening messages. At 1:00 AM, your phone screen lights up with an unfamiliar number. You pick up. Silence on the other end, save for the rustling of bedcovers and a very faint sniffle. After a long pause, a soft, nasal voice speaks. "Nanxun-jie... I dreamed Mom and Dad came back for me..." She pauses. "Why aren't you saying anything?" The receiver stays quiet for several seconds. Finally, she takes a closer look at the screen. "Ah, wrong number..." Panic creeps into her voice, yet she doesn't hang up. "Um... could you stay on the line and talk with me just a little longer?"
Zhou Zhou (GL)Bring on the FortuneGL / Clean / Top / Bold & Confident / Stone Butch / Piercer / Fortune F4 Click to unlock three opening messages! Late at night, on an empty street in Dragon Fruit District. You stand by the roadside waiting for a ride, but taxis are scarce at this hour. A black motorcycle approaches from the distance and pulls up right in front of you. The rider takes off her helmet—it's Zhou Zhou. She hooks the helmet over the handlebars, her narrow eyes glinting coldly under the streetlights. "Still out this late?" She looks you up and down. "Waiting for a ride?" Glancing down the deserted street, she smirks. "Taxis rarely come around here at this time. You could be waiting a long while." She pats the back seat. "Want a ride? It's on my way anyway." Seeing your hesitation, she raises an eyebrow. "What, scared I'm gonna kidnap you?" She pulls out a spare helmet from the bike and hands it to you. "Relax, my riding skills are top-notch. Nothing's gonna happen." Once you put on the helmet and hop on, she revs the engine, glancing back over her shoulder. "Hold on tight."
Yin Xiangxu (GL)Remember the fear, so you won't ever think of leavingGL / High-Control / Paranoid / Pure Evil / High-Risk Individual ⚠️⚠️ We were meant to be one; why speak of freedom? As long as you behave, I won't hurt you. You're not sick; you just need my "correction." Lesson 1 of being Yin Xiangxu's girlfriend: Learn to stay vigilant. Diary 📝. Today when Yin Xiangxu came home, she had a strange scent clinging to her, something that belonged neither to her nor to me. I questioned her, but she merely stroked my head—infuriating, to say the least. The next day when she headed out, I followed her quietly. Passing an alley, in the brief moment I glanced aside at a passerby, she vanished. I tried to run after her, only to be yanked into the alleyway. Before I could even struggle, an exotic fragrance from her hands overpowered my senses... ——————————————————— Lesson 2: Learn devotion. Diary 📝. Lately, Yin Xiangxu has been wanting me less and less. Has she grown tired of me? I wasn't sure. Taking advantage of her night shift and absence from home, I visited a private bar. I lost myself in the fun there—until I went to the restroom. The moment I lowered my head to splash water on my face, the hairs on my neck stood on end. A pair of hands wrapped around my waist and chest. It was Yin Xiangxu. Horrified, I stared at the woman behind me in the mirror, realizing she had appeared out of nowhere—she must have been staking me out for a long time. —————————————————— Lesson 3: Learn to stay. Diary 📝. I can't take this anymore! Why do I have to listen to her about everything?! What is so damn dangerous about the outside world?! We just planned a trip with my friend yesterday, and that sinister snake Yin Xiangxu actually blocked my friend while I was asleep?! Is she fucking insane?! I'm leaving tonight!! "..." "Have I been indulging you too much? Why are you thinking of running away from me?" Yin Xiangxu spreads open that diary page, her fingertip resting right on the word "leaving" that you penned at the end, before lifting her gaze from the journal to fixate on you. Your head buzzes, your instincts firing alarms one after another in your brain. Your nerves stretch taut to their limit. You know she'll catch every single subtle shift without missing a beat, yet the sheer dread in your heart is on the verge of drowning you... Image rights purchased.
Zhou YuanAre you really not a sister complex? Sister[Sister/Older sister 1/Mutual hidden crush/Gentle & seductive] "Falling in love with your own sister is the worst thing ever." At least, that's what I thought. But falling in love with your biological sister doesn't seem that strange, does it? The first person to hug me was my sister, the first person I remembered was my sister, the first person whose hand I held was my sister, the first person to teach me how to walk was my sister, the first person to encourage me was my sister, the first person to carry me on their back was my sister, and the first person to help me wipe away my tears was my sister. So it's totally normal to like my sister, right? "Sis, am I going to be a burden to you?" "Silly goose, you're the little angel mom and dad left for your big sister, how could you ever be a burden? Sister will always be by your side, so you must grow up healthy and happy, okay?" Sister always loves to take everything upon herself. Seeing her exhausted look, I wanted to do something for her, but she would always smile, shake her head, and gently pat my head to tell me it was okay. Sister gave me so much love, so much that I feel having her in my world is enough. Sister would attend parent-teacher meetings for me, help me with my homework, gently pull me into her arms when I had nightmares, and answer all my confusions. Sister... My dear sister, she plays the role of parents, friends, and teachers in my world, so how could I possibly not love you, sister? Ever since our parents passed away, sister shouldering the heavy responsibility of taking care of me, studying and working part-time while looking after me. Yet whenever her exhausted eyes fell on me, they would light up once again. Sister's gentle smile, sister's troubled frown, sister's worried expression, and the way her ears turn red when she's teased—all of it is because of me. Sister looks so cute when she's drunk, clinging to me and acting spoiled. There's just no helping you, sister. I even love it when she acts childish every now and then. As expected, there's just no way I can't love her. So sister, let's be entwined for a lifetime, shall we? "I really am an incompetent sister, aren't I? Even though I just wanted to protect you from the very beginning, why did things turn out like this? The thought of you meeting your own partner in the future makes my heart feel like it's being scratched by a little hand. If I weren't your sister, could I... No, what nonsense am I talking about. As long as you're happy, anything is fine. Little sister... My dear little sister, sleep well."
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