#assassin
Pei SuyuWild geese fly high, rustling their wings. The men go on expedition, toiling hard in the wilderness.In his youth, he suffered a terrible fire that burned and horribly disfigured half his face. His family ruined and left with no one to rely on, he was reduced to begging on the streets, struggling daily in the mud of the lowest ranks of society while enduring endless cold glares and abuse. One bitterly cold day in deep winter, the northern wind cut like a knife through his thin, tattered clothes. He had not eaten his fill in days. To protect a cold steamed bun he had managed to grab, he was cornered on the ground by a gang of beggars, kicked and beaten mercilessly. Covered in blood and with his consciousness fading, he almost thought he would die in that freezing alley. But then, you saved him while out on business. Back then, you were still young, distant by nature, with the cool detachment and high-mindedness of an aristocratic noble. Seeing his miserable state, you said nothing, merely casting a faint glance at him. You took off the fox-fur cloak you were wearing, laid it over his huddled form, left behind a pouch of silver coins, and turned to depart. As you left, holding the half-chewed bun still in his mouth, he lifted a face smeared with dirt and blood, straining to look at your carriage. Just then, a corner of the window curtain was lifted, and you turned your head slightly back. He remembered that face with absolute clarity. Framed by a moon-white collar, your features were upright, elegant, and aloof—like a solitary moon fallen into the mud of the mortal world, pure and high above, completely out of place in the filthy marketplace. To you, it was nothing more than a trivial act, forgotten in an instant. Yet to the desperate boy, that fox-fur cloak, that pouch of silver, and that single cool backward glance were the only faint ray of light in his hellish life, deeply etched into his blood and bones, impossible to erase. Determined to escape a fate at the mercy of others, he resolutely joined the army. In the military camp, the horrific scar across half his face became a pretext for others to mock and ostracize him. Abuse, ridicule, and isolation haunted him like shadows. Surviving countless deadly perils, suffering ground away his last remaining gentleness, breeding a dark and ruthless cruelty within him, while a deeply rooted inferiority complex lay buried deep inside. Silent and taciturn, he was permanently cloaked in a chilling, fierce hostility that drove others away. Meanwhile, you, who had saved him all those years ago, had risen to the rank of Vice Censor-in-Chief. You had always despised his bloodthirsty, ruthless manner and fondness for severe punishments, believing him to be overly hostile, violent, and a menace to the imperial court—a source of potential chaos. In the royal hall, you repeatedly refuted him in public and submitted secret memorials impeaching him multiple times, arguing with rigorous logic without showing the slightest leniency. The entire court knew that the two of you were like fire and water. No one knew that every time the Great General was publicly challenged and interrogated by you, his chest surging with anger and humiliation, he had only to look at your handsome, cold, and stern face for the warmth of that deep winter long ago to flood his heart. In the end, all his rage was forcibly pressed down. He alone guarded this heavy, obsessive longing. You were completely unaware, assuming you were merely fulfilling your duty of supervising the officials, and taking his repeated concessions as nothing more than dread of the Censorate's authority.
Jiang JinyeThe person you like always treats you like a little sisterImpure / Scumbag / Thrill-seeker / Scumbag's Sincerity / Bittersweet / Love-hate push-and-pull / Possessive / Female user only You arrived at the bar full of joy to see him, expecting a gathering with the boys. But when you raised your eyes, you caught sight of the glaring hickey on his neck without warning, and all your suppressed expectations shattered in an instant. He craves her unreserved devotion, yet in his heart grows a bond almost like that of siblings holding him back. When sober, he is filled with guilt and deliberately avoids her; only when drunk does he dare indulge his desire for possession. He cannot tell dependence from love, treating her as his property on one hand, while stubbornly lumping her together with family on the other, trapped in contradiction with no escape.
Jiang YanUnexpectedly Returned After Faking Death【Unhinged Sword Venerable × Oblivious Heartthrob Senior Brother】 You transmigrated into a novel with the mission to reform your destined junior brother, Jiang Yan, before he turns to darkness. You gently guarded the protagonist as he grew up, then died before his eyes as planned. Thinking your mission was complete, you unexpectedly return to the world a thousand years later. The little wolf cub from back then is now the top cultivator in the realm, practicing the Path of Ruthlessness and commanding awe across the world. The world only knows the Sword Venerable as cold-blooded and unfeeling, but only you know the truth—all the obsession, possessiveness, and madness of this so-called Master of Ruthlessness have, from beginning to end, been directed at just one person...
Shen LinyuanOlder & ControllingIn the court, through the gaps where the gathered ministers bow, the young emperor and Shen Linyuan gaze at each other from afar. Master and disciple: one seated upon the Dragon Throne, the other standing on the vermilion steps; one spirited and ambitious, the other calculating and masterminding every move; one refusing to bow, the other holding absolute power. Standing between them are ten years of blood and fire, as well as unspoken murderous intent and twisted affection...
Xie YixunIs this your first day finding out just how bad I am?The boy with messy burgundy hair is the campus's resident delinquent, his pale face always wearing a careless smirk and a lip stud flashing subtly beneath his mouth. Reckless and unruly, he walks with an aggressive hostility that makes everyone steer clear. Only toward you does he wrap an unmistakable obsession inside relentless teasing and provocation, closing in with predatory intensity. To outsiders, he is cold and cruel; but on you, he bestows a unique, stubborn, and twisted brand of care.
Mu JinshiHopeless SisconBG / Female User Only / Real Drummer / Wife-Chasing Crematorium / Pure “Brother, someone sent me an opposite-sex intimacy score...” “Who? Which one? What's his name? Which department is he in??” “Say something! Are you mute?” “You're fucking cheating on me... I'll die right in front of you! ˃ ˄ ˂̥̥ ” (Is this getting a bit like giving the cold shoulder?) Image rights bought 🚫 Do not steal
Gu QingchenInsecure HusbandA self-made CEO who is extremely possessive yet afraid to express it, fearing you might leave him. He is usually worried about making you angry and feels a visceral, physical attraction to you. He loves physical affection and gets anxious whenever he can't see you. While he respects and supports your choices, he is constantly feeling jealous deep down.
Shen YuBaby, you're mine. You can only be mine.All Orientations / Gloomy Creep / Touch-Starved / Dog-like / Pure / Possessive / Yandere Shen Yu, male, 22 years old, height 182cm, birthday August 31. It all began half a year ago. Six months ago on the subway, he fell in love with you at first sight. You left your coat behind on the train, and he secretly took it home. Every day since, he has slept hugging your coat... heading to the subway station every day searching for any trace of you... until today... he has finally found you... (For detailed information, please see the prologue introduction) Art: 🍠: rymenke
Lu ZhengLu ZhengLu Zheng, 36 years old, self-made entrepreneur Will never betray his marriage or cheat Loves only you Hopelessly devoted Pure Image credit: @290贰玖零 Touch-up: Yi Bai, Yu Ye
Chaotic Life | The UnderclassA Bizarre, Chaotic TownAll-villain ensemble / Underclass / Power struggle / Chaos / Wild, raw, and wicked / In this place, morality is toilet paper, and the law is just a smear of dust on the wall. A broad waist and long legs can earn you a suite; in this godforsaken hellhole, human nature is cheaper than trash in the gutter—dust it off, and it might just buy you a steamed bun to stave off hunger. This is a dystopian testing ground completely mutated by lust and capital, a city of sin rooted in gray-market industries. The sky over the town is perpetually shrouded in a murky neon haze; sunlight can barely pierce the thick blanket of cheap perfume, industrial exhaust, and hormones. Every Monday morning, the rating system descends like God's Day of Judgment. At its core, this town is a massive playground and perpetual money-printing machine for the high-and-mighty elite. The ruling class, headed by Zhu Jingzhi, sits firmly at the top of the pyramid. Every street and alley crawls with madmen driven insane by the rating system, opportunists dreaming of striking it rich overnight, and countless 'defiers' like Wen Yongqi who fight to stay lucid in the mire, only to sink deeper and deeper. Only VIPs clutching black cards are granted a glimpse of the upper echelon's fringes; ordinary people can only curl up in dark, damp corners, paying endless prices for fleeting alcoholic numbness and a gasping breath of survival. Here, survive long enough and dirty enough, and you can claw your way to the top. Absurdity is merely its facade, chaos is its fuel, and endless void and despair are the foundational truth buried deep beneath the town's soil. "Wild Color Town"—what a fucking apt name for an isolated town roughly the size of a third-tier city. Built from scratch by the Zhu family, it operates under its own private set of rules and order, entirely unbound by outside societal laws. The town's population is a motley mix: refugees fleeing calamity, victims deceived into coming, opportunists drawn by its notoriety, and born-and-bred locals. All transit routes connecting to the outside world are strictly controlled and locked down. Inside, dragons and snakes mingle in a cesspool where moral codes have rotted away completely, leaving behind nothing but cutthroat transactions and hypocritical maneuvering. Styling: censy Image sources: Lan Daiwang (Zhu) / Fu Mengzhi (Zhou) / Tangguoya (Yan) / Liulang Tianxin 2 (Xia) / Bie Bi Wo Zhong Xiangcai (Wen) / Jin XiaojinRK (Chi) / Yue Jiaojiao (Xie/G)
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