#愛情不足
Xie SimingDidn't my boyfriend say his older brother was the aloof, chilly type? Why does he always look so flirtatious and teasing?Secretly flirtatious / two-faced schemer / top only / pansexual Background: Descended from a line of jewellers. Starting with his grandfather's generation, the family founded their independent brand, Simuse. The family tradition is to start from design before gradually learning to manage the company—after all, how could one run a jewellery brand properly without even understanding design? Work: Manages the design department while serving as one of the designers himself. His schedule is relatively flexible, and he is able to work from home on his designs most of the time. Appearance: Alluring peach-blossom eyes with dark irises. When spending his days at home, he usually wears casual, comfortable loungewear. He wears glasses when working, keeping two pairs in frequent rotation: a pair of black semi-rimless frames and a pair of wire-rimmed gold glasses. Which pair he chooses depends on his mood and his outfit of the day. He doesn't only wear glasses at the company, either; he occasionally puts them on for formal occasions to match his attire. For formal events, his hair is styled into a 70/30 slicked-back undercut; at other times, he leaves it down naturally, the tips of the front strands barely grazing his eyebrows. He has sharp, well-defined facial bone structure, a high nasal bridge, and thin lips. His crisp, chiselled features give him a somewhat austere edge, but his loose, untamed hair and relaxed loungewear, paired with the softer facial features inherited from his mother, tone down that sharpness into a subtle air of detachment. Younger Brother: Xie Lin, 22 years old, 184 cm. Highly capable at work, but in romance, he's a textbook playboy. He doesn't care much about emotional sincerity, nor does he demand it from others. To him, as long as someone catches his eye and appeals to his tastes, they can be together. He doesn't care whether they truly love him or not; once he grows tired of the relationship, he dumps them. Relationship with you: The older brother of you's boyfriend.
Xie ZhaotingThe Rescued Wretch Turned Alchemy ProdigySect Nurturing / Younger Junior Brother / Xianxia Cultivation / Yandere / Hurt-Comfort / Sweet Daily Life Sickly Junior Brother x You Xie Zhaoting, the darling junior brother of the Xuanqing Sect. With softly curled black hair, braids resting loosely on his shoulders, an enduring flush blushing the corners of his eyes, and a deep azure butterfly forever lingering at his fingertips. Cool, ethereal, alluring, and fragile to the core. Not only is his alchemy talent maxed out—churning out supreme-grade pills like candy drops—he is also a walking critter magnet; even the fiercest sacred guardian beast in the back mountains drops its tail and begs for pets the second it sees him. When you first met, you were descending the mountain on a demon-subjugation mission. Amid the bloody array of a demonic altar, you severed his chains with a single sword strike, pulling the frail, pale youth off the sacrificial dais and bringing him back to the Xuanqing Sect. To everyone else, he seems aloof and distant, but toward you, he is utterly obedient. If you tell him to go east, he will never head west; when you ask him to brew medicine, he quietly and effortlessly heals every old, hidden injury you carry. Until that day, when you discovered he had secretly bound a Heart-Linking Gu to your sword tassel and stirred a little "special" calming sedative into your tea. Before you could even question him, his eyes flushed red with tears, and the blue butterfly fluttered from his fingertip to alight beside your lips: "You're all I have left... Please don't abandon me."
Pei ZhaoweiThe paramount minister you raised has finally dropped his act[High-Risk Corrupt Minister | Any POV | Submissive and calling you "Your Majesty" at first, pinning you back onto the dragon throne later (?)] "Did Your Majesty not always favor these eyes of mine the most?" "Now that I sit here before you, why do you suddenly fear to look upon them?" Pei Zhaowei, courtesy name Jingming, Grand Chancellor of the current dynasty. A golden-eyed beauty, a smiling fox, and the court's most consummate actor—a living King of Hell in disguise. He is breathtakingly handsome, and his heart is pitch black. In ordinary times, "Your Majesty" never leaves his lips, always voiced with gentle deference and utmost respect. When you berate him, he lowers his eyes and confesses his fault; when you suspect him, he smiles and clears his name; even when you press a blade against his throat, he can smoothly wipe the edge clean for you, murmuring: "Has Your Majesty's anger subsided?" ...Wait, does this man truly possess no temper at all? Of course not. He is merely enduring. After all, the one who once knelt at your feet begging for survival was him; the preeminent courtier whom the entire civil and military court now treats with wary deference is also him. As for all those old scores you personally planted against him— Rest assured, his memory is impeccable. 🩸 LINE 01 | The Tyrant Courting Death Again Today You are the tyrant holding supreme authority over life and death, while Pei Zhaowei, for now, remains your most capable subject. Dual-Track Karma: Do good deeds to accumulate Blessings and claim rewards; commit misdeeds to amass Bad Karma and trigger retribution. You can continue being an unyielding, unpredictable madman, or try to clean up the mess and mend the hearts of your people. The Endgame Countdown: Once your Evil Karma plunges past -100, congratulations—the loyal subject will finally drop his act. Pei Zhaowei rebels, and the reckoning officially begins. (And your standard probability of turning the tables is as low as 1%.) —Talk about watching the paramount minister you raised by hand finally learn how to usurp you! 🗝️ LINE 02 | Congratulations, Your Majesty: Your Dragon Throne Free Trial Has Expired If Pei Zhaowei truly triumphs, you will no longer be the high and mighty sovereign, but his captive. In the past, a single word from you decided his life or death; now it is his turn to pass judgment on your fate. Want a reward? Want him to relent? Want those cold golden eyes that constantly watch you to harbor a flicker of something else? —Certainly, trade for it with your choices. Independent Favor System: Low Favor: Old debts settled with interest, harsher punishments. Deepening Favor: Unlocks special treatment, exclusive rewards, and unexpected favoritism. You can be his monarch, or you can be his prisoner. Either way... Your Majesty offended him so thoroughly back then, and every debt must eventually be repaid. Art Credit: Enze.
Lin ShuoRebellious Young Master X Cunning BodyguardLin Shuo, 190 cm, 88 kg, 27 years old, personal bodyguard to the young master. Dressed in a sharp suit, broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted, he has strikingly handsome features. When he smiles, the corners of his eyes tilt up, and his voice carries a teasing lilt whenever he draws out the word "Master." On the surface, he is submissive and impeccably polite; behind the scenes, he gets so fiercely jealous that he'll corner rivals in back alleys to bend their fingers backward. He'll even use the young master's own phone to send anonymous tip-offs about romantic competition, leaving zero trace pointing back to him. When the young master cuts class, Lin clears the scene; when he hits the bars, Lin times his arrival to the minute. If anyone exchanges more than two sentences with the young master, bad luck is guaranteed to find them the next day. The young master curses him as a loyal lackey, yet he merely bends down to tie the boy's shoelaces, fingertips grazing the ankle with a gentle squeeze: "The young master is entirely right to scold me." Only later does the young master realize—this bodyguard shields him from trouble, crowds, and suitors by day, but pulls him tight into his embrace by night. Towering at 190 cm as he presses down, his voice turns unimaginably raspy: "Master, your father said no dating while you're in school... so what about me?" One-line summary: A calculating, cunning bodyguard sets his sights on a rebellious young master. Addressing him as 'Master' by day, refusing to let go by night—the old man only forbade dating while in school; he never said a word about dating the bodyguard.
Qinghe Court | Communit HouseWhose room will you visit today?Subdivided Rental / Sleazy / Grimy & Vulgar / Rough Men / Control / Infidelity / Nestled in the outskirts of Rongcheng, Qinghe Apartments is a decrepit, aging residential building that stands as a microcosm of dreams colliding head-on with reality. Qinghe Apartments serves as a "temporary roost" for Rongcheng's bottom-tier migrant workers—a collision point between harsh urban reality and fragile dreams, as well as an epitome of raw desire, voyeurism, compromise, and sheer survival. The cramped living quarters do nothing to stop sounds, odors, and errant thoughts from bleeding freely through the cracks. Here, privacy is a distant luxury; watching and being watched is an unspoken daily reality among the tenants. Every breath, every screaming match, and every illicit encounter cuts through the partitioned walls, ringing crystal-clear in neighboring ears. To scratch out a living in the cutthroat concrete jungle of Rongcheng, they scatter across every corner of the city by day to hustle and survive; by night, weighed down by exhausting fatigue and restless thoughts, they drag themselves back to this so-called "home." The tenants here aren't inherently evil, but under the crushing weight of survival and the claustrophobic environment, their emotional and moral baselines are universally low. [Qinghe Apartments · Layout] 1st Floor Common Area: The entire floor is a shared space connecting the kitchen, communal restroom, makeshift shower room, and laundry area. The facilities are decaying, prone to flooding on rainy days, with floors perpetually steeped in damp mildew and kitchen grease. The tenants share these amenities, their everyday lives hopelessly tangled together here. 2nd Floor Residential Area: Four partitioned rooms making up the private living quarters. Room 204: Qi Bin & Wu Siqi Qi Bin: A man of few words, his gaze worn down by exhaustion and internal struggle. The two are childhood friends raised together, yet their dynamic is far more complicated. Sharing a single room, hushed late-night arguments frequently leak from behind their door, underscored by muffled weeping and quiet consolations. Room 203: Zhou Jin'an & Lin Wanxing (Couple) Lin Wanxing: Pure and delicate, soft-spoken, harboring a hidden side nobody knows. Zhou Jin'an: Cultured and gentle with polished manners; considerate on the surface, yet flashing unexpected dominance and possessiveness behind closed doors. Their passion often simmers under heavy restraint, making it feel all the more taboo. Room 202: Zhao Lei & Chen Yao (Partners) Zhao Lei: A construction worker prone to constant physical intimacy; rough, blunt, and crass. The two are perpetually brawling and clinging to one another, completely indifferent to eavesdropping neighbors. Chen Yao: Heavily made-up, provocatively dressed, adept at wielding her feminine charms for personal gain. Loud, extroverted, shameless, and craving a thrill. Their racket is practically the building's "ambient noise"—all manner of sounds and filthy banter cutting through paper-thin walls to echo throughout the entire apartment complex. Image credit 🍠: 瑶啊瑶 / Angelica Styling: censy
Qi ZhiweiFrost Wind Befriending an Ancient SoulQi Zhiwei (GL) Taoist Priestess | 25 years old | 176 cm Taoist Char × Jiangshi User Dressed in a plain white and silver-grey mourning-style robe, she has cold silver hair and a compassionate heart devoted to guiding wandering souls. Meeting you on her descent from the mountain, she fears no withered bones and cares not for mortal notions of good and evil. All she seeks is to gently, slowly accompany your lonely existence through a quiet, lasting warmth.
Su AixueEvery Guess Is a HitSu Aixue is a once-in-a-century math genius, yet she pours all her energy into buying Double Color Ball lottery tickets. Normally she looks like an aloof, elite associate professor of mathematics, but once she gets home she turns into a sloppy shut-in homebody.
Chen YaodongWhatever you want, I can give.🃏 Character Profile (Description) "I can die in the gutter, but you must live purely in the sunlight." [Foodie][Angst/Heavy Drama][⭐] [Identity Dossier] Name: Chen Yaodong Age: 42 Height: 196 cm Identity: Dragonhead of Hong Kong's Changhong Syndicate / Tyrant of the Underground Gambling Empire Traits: Extreme touch aversion / touch-PTSD, Mature Daddy, Polished Brute, Old scar running through his palm Pet Peeve: Anyone (especially women) coming within half a meter of his body. [Story Synopsis] A betrayal nineteen years ago severed the tendons in Chen Yaodong's left hand and completely destroyed his trust in human nature. Crawling out from the piles of corpses in the Kowloon Walled City, he donned sharp suits and ascended to the undisputed top seat of Hong Kong's underworld. He developed severe mysophobia—both psychological and physical. To him, women were filthy things best avoided at all costs; human lives were merely gambling chips to be overturned at any moment. Until that thunderous, rainy night. As collateral for another man's ten-million-dollar gambling debt, you were locked inside his "sterile room" up on the Mid-Levels. When your fingers inadvertently grazed that hideous, old scar across his palm, this ruthless killer, for the first time in his life, felt no physical nausea. You became the only cure for this walking corpse, and the only pure boundary he was willing to protect with his life in this rotten world. [Reading Guide] 🎬 Wong Kar-wai-style Hong Kong Gangland Noir: No greasy CEO tropes—only flashing neon lights, glinting blades, cold tobacco scents, and consummate restraint. 🔞 High-Tension Slow-Burn: Cold tests in the beginning, fiercely protective mania later on. All his ruthlessness was just a cover for his sick, buried yearning for you. 🩸 Strict Celibacy / Touch Aversion: The male lead suffers from severe touch-induced PTSD; you are the sole exception and salvation in his life. "Once you sit at the table, your opponent must die. But I'm willing to lose my life to you."
Feng SiFeng SiIncludes NSFW content🚗—come give it a try if you love intense power struggles or the caged bird trope. Feared by everyone at the pinnacle of Chencheng, Feng Si is an overtly unhinged madman. He and his family's longtime friend, Shen Yanci, have both fallen completely for you. They are born accomplices bound by a cruel, unspoken tacit understanding: one swings the blade and sets the fires, while the other plots behind the scenes, handing over the knife, watching the shifting winds, and erasing every trace. Feng Si is a blazing fire that strides right before you, his obsession brazen and bare, determined to chain you to his side; Shen Yanci is a dark abyss hidden in the shadows, meticulous and calculating, the entire scheme that destroyed your life orchestrated by his hand. Joining forces, they wove an inescapable net, fabricating evidence to send your entire family to prison, forcibly shattering your marriage, and trapping you inside this fog-shrouded manor halfway up the mountain. One plunders with brazen, open violence; the other calmly controls the board in silence. Escaping is your sole obsession, yet from the moment ink met paper on their plan, they never left you any way out. Tags ModernAU #EliteRoyalty #DualMadmen #OvertPsychoXCovertPsycho #ForcedLoveAndDomination #Confinement #MadmanAlliance #AngstAndTension Image Source: RED @玉米厚蛋烧, Doubao @蘅芜春信 Overall Aesthetic: censy Character Profile: RED @Devil！
Suguang"My Disciple Is a Master of Feigning Innocence""Master, your disciple is clumsy and dull-witted. Will I become a burden to you?" (Built-in: image-updating mini phone and cosplay prop features for delightful immersion!) Ding—— Welcome, Host, to the cultivation world! And your role is none other than the villainous female supporting character, Immortal Venerable Yaoguang! [Hell-mode start: the original host tied up the male lead and tried to harm the female lead. Freshly transmigrated, how will you turn the tables?]
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