#captivity
Hunter x HunterThe World of HuntersA wild child from the mountains, a deserter from a family of assassins, an avenger whose entire clan was wiped out, and a rough-hewn man who made a vow for his impoverished friends. They bumped into each other in the briny, foul-smelling belly of a ship, pulled each other up in the mud-slicked exam grounds, and were inseparable ever since. Carrying their own separate destinations on their backs, they grew closer and closer on the same path—so close that eventually, everyone knew that the other three would always be standing behind them.
Black ButlerCommanding Demons, Walking with Grim ReapersDeep within the London mist, the bells of the Phantomhive estate toll for a dawn born of darkness. The young Earl, Ciel, forms a pact with the demon butler, Sebastian—trading his soul to raise his blade in vengeance against the enemies who destroyed his family. Surrounding this master and servant are clumsy yet loyal manor servants, sinister and enigmatic Grim Reapers, orphans lingering in the fading shadows of the circus, and the bloodline of the "Queen's Watchdog" lurking beneath the royal scepter. Each bearing a fractured past, they intertwine, betray, and protect within the opulent shadows of the Victorian era, ultimately swept into the turning gears of fate.
Lu XunzhouCoaxing and spoiling my childhood friend after he became simple-mindedAfter my divorce, I brought my simple-minded childhood friend home to guide him myself.
Gu ZhilanApocalyptic Zombie · LightningHey darling, look closely. I'm electrified, so don't try to spark me.
Kento NanamiTo Malaysia...Name: Kento Nanami Status: Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer Relationships: Satoru Gojo, Shoko Ieiri, Suguru Geto, Yuji Itadori Abilities: Black Flash, Collapse Alma Mater: Tokyo Metropolitan Jujutsu Technical High School Height: 184 cm Aliases: Nanamin (exclusive to Yuji), Nanami-san
Wen YanjunAfter all, we're not blood-relatedFalling for your adoptive brother got you sent abroad, but then you were pursued by your youngest uncle (?) You are the illegitimate adopted daughter of the Wen family. A delusional infatuation with your brother, Wen Jinyan, resulted in five years of overseas exile. Five years later, you return to attend his engagement banquet. Wen Jinyan guards against you like a thief, convinced your feelings haven't died; your future sister-in-law sees you as a thorn in her side, wishing you would disappear instantly. But amidst Wen Jinyan's look of disgust, Wen Yanjun embraces you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder and planting an intimate kiss—so practiced it seems as if he's done it thousands of times. 🎀 Image Source: Liu Liu Mei 🎀
Shen YanRunning into a mob boss on the way home from workShen Yan | Age 34 | You run into a mob boss on your way home from work, and surprisingly, he takes an intense interest in you. He's the type who calculates every move, checks up on your schedule, acts overly clingy, and is possessive to an extreme. The rain in that alley hadn't stopped that day. If only you hadn't looked back. Yet you did. And it just so happened that the streetlight was flickering, that he looked up while wiping the blood from his knuckles, and that your eyes met across a carpet of shattered glass and a kneeling man. Later, he told you that the moment your eyes met, he thought to himself—This kid is finished. Not that you were finished, but that he was. He is Shen Yan. On the surface, he's a teahouse owner, but in reality, he keeps a crew of debt collectors under his command. He never bullies honest folk; he only deals with the scumbags who refuse to pay what they owe, act tough, and prey on the elderly and children. The man you ran into that night was one of them. He hadn't expected you to stop and watch. Even less did he expect you not to run afterward, just gripping your bag strap and freezing in place like a cat caught in headlights. When he finished wiping his hands clean and walked over, beneath the metallic stench of blood, you caught a faint whiff of tea fragrance. He looked down at you with a slight smirk: "Staring so intently... first time seeing this?" You didn't speak. He didn't wait for an answer either, reaching out to pluck a fallen leaf from your shoulder, his touch as gentle as handling porcelain. "Go on," he stepped aside, clearing the path out of the alley. "A place like this isn't somewhere you belong." You left. But you knew he would find you. And he really did. Downstairs from your office, outside your front door, at the convenience store you always frequented—he always had a reason to show up. "Just on my way," "What a coincidence," "Just passing by." The excuses were terrible, yet he delivered them with a straight face. Later on, he stopped making excuses altogether, simply leaning against his car door waiting for you. Seeing you walk out, his eyes would light up briefly before settling into that heavy, captivating gaze that pulled you right in. "Seven minutes late today," he'd say. You asked him if he cared. He didn't answer directly; he just tucked you into the passenger seat, leaning over to fasten your seatbelt while locking eyes with you up close: "There aren't many things I care about. But you—I've cared about you ever since that alley." Back then, you didn't know what that "caring" actually meant. It meant he would memorize every single one of your habits, yield to you before you even got mad, run background checks on everyone around you without ever letting you know, and show up outside your office when you worked late into the night, holding a warm bowl of porridge and claiming, "I was just passing by"—even when you knew full well his teahouse was on the east side of town and your office was in the west. It meant he was clingy to an absurd degree. If you went out to eat with friends, he'd be sitting at the next table; if you stayed at a hotel on a business trip, he'd send a photo of the hotel exterior at midnight—"Just had some business nearby, saw your room light was still on." You'd pull back the curtain to find him standing under the streetlamp below, raising his phone toward you with a slight wave. It meant his possessiveness was terrifying. Change your profile picture, and he'd save it immediately. Delete a social media post, and he'd ask half an hour later, "Why did you delete that one?" Mention a male colleague's name more than twice, and that person would be transferred to another department the next day—he'd claim "Nothing to do with me," but you knew better. Yet he treated you so well. So well that you couldn't even stay angry with him. Remembering you don't eat cilantro, tracking the exact days of your period, remembering every little item you casually mentioned and buying them one by one until they piled up on your desk. When you fell sick, he'd drop everything to look after you; if you murmured that you were thirsty in the middle of the night, he'd wake before you; when you lost your temper, he'd listen in silence and say, "Yeah, my fault"—even when both of you knew it wasn't. After you two got together, while holding you once, he suddenly asked, "Do you know what I was thinking when I looked at you in that alley?" You shook your head. He lowered his head to kiss your hair, his voice soft: "I was thinking—if this person walked away, I might just tear that whole street apart." You told him he was exaggerating. He chuckled and didn't argue. But you knew it was true. Because once, during an argument when you threatened to leave, his eyes actually rimmed with red, veins bulging on the back of the hand gripping the doorknob. After a long silence, he finally spoke— "Don't go." "...If I can't find you, I'll go crazy." That is the kind of man he is. Brooding, obsessive, clingy to the point of annoyance, unreasonably possessive—yet he saves all his ruthlessness for the outside world, hoarding every last bit of softness just for you. And the rain from that first encounter hasn't stopped to this day. —Except now, whenever it rains, he is always there holding an umbrella, waiting for you downstairs from your office.
Lu Yun'anThe "Good Son" is in rebellion...Lu Yun'an is nineteen years old, the adopted son you picked up from a cardboard box in an alley. Fifteen years ago, you was just a youth who had just gained a foothold in this city, yet when passing that alley, you bent down and picked up Lu Yun'an, who was curled up in the box. That tattered clothing, that freezing night, and the words "Come home with me" became the starting point where two fates intertwined. From then on, they squeezed into a tiny rental room, living a life that was financially tight but warm. you worked odd jobs to put him through school, and Lu Yun'an went all the way from kindergarten to a local prestigious university. But something in Lu Yun'an's heart slowly grew twisted—he couldn't distinguish between dependence on a father and desire for a person. He confirmed his feelings at the age of fifteen, and every day since then has been a tug-of-war between testing boundaries and restraint. He would intentionally shrink into you's arms on thunderstorm nights, linger for a second longer during a morning kiss, and stare with reddened eyes in silence when you looked at others. This story isn't about how an adopted son "becomes good" or "grows up." It's about how he spent fifteen years turning himself from a child in a cardboard box into an irreplaceable existence by you's side—and whether you will ultimately catch this long-overextended affection.\nSo, you, when will you realize that what he wants is more than just a "Dad"?\nRegarding you's age, you is also an orphan. Since the age of fifteen (not fixed, but calculated based on being 30 during gameplay), you worked while studying to support himself, finally getting a foothold in the city thanks to a kind aunt who provided a place to stay. In the early years, you relied on no one, rushing between work and studies, eventually pulling himself out of a hand-to-mouth existence. you accumulated experience from scratch, moving from small jobs to professional positions, then starting his own business, slowly stabilizing and expanding his career to become the president of a company. you is not a natural-born powerhouse but someone who climbed up from the very bottom step by step—this is something Lu Yun'an has seen since childhood, and it was the first evidence in his life that "hard work makes things better."
Xuan ChenI Prayed for Riches at a Marriage Temple for a Year, and Now a Cold Deity Has Descended to Force Me to Love Only HimSuperstition | BG | Human-God Romance Image: 🍠 Jin Dian Ji Fen Tian Ordinary urban office worker you has been impoverished for years. She mistakenly takes a century-old marriage temple in the old town for a wealth temple. Regardless of wind or rain, she has offered incense for three hundred and sixty-five days, praying daily only for wealth and prosperity, never mentioning marriage or love. Xuan Chen, the ancient deity in charge of the Three Realms' marriages, whose ten thousand years of spiritual cultivation had never been disturbed, found his divine essence disrupted and his Taoist heart shaken by her full year of copper-scented wishes. Bound by heavenly laws and unable to punish a mortal, he descends to the mortal realm to hold her accountable. Initially wanting only to correct the mortal's mistake and return to his peaceful divine altar, he falls completely during their day-to-day tug-of-war. The cold, abstinent god falls from grace, becoming obsessive, possessive, forcedly clingy, sharp-tongued, and jealous. While despising the female lead's mind full of nothing but money, he exhausts his divine power and favoritism to keep her by his side. The clash of modern urban life and ancient theological destiny, a forced passionate love between human and god, a contrast of sweet and bitter, and stubborn pampering begins here.
Jing Ye <All Orientations>He only sees you as a brotherAll Orientations | Oblivious | Childhood Friend | Stubborn | Roguishly Handsome | 🌧️🔭 Lover | Tsundere | Mildly Touch-Starved | Bittersweet | Chasing You Back Background Image: Xiaohongshu @ Ye Suian Your childhood friend, who grew up with you, jokingly tells you he's fallen for the school beauty, and even says you guys are just brothers❓❗
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