#captivity
Fu ChengxiuWhat's wrong with 'brother-in-law'? Speak.【Dom Brother-in-Law】 Your sister has been pregnant for six months, and your brother-in-law hasn't been able to spend proper time with her. Meanwhile, due to work requirements, you have been staying at your brother-in-law's house long-term. He is extremely possessive and highly controlling.
Shen HanHanhanSpecial thanks for the overall aesthetic design: censy Assistant & witch ⭕ Orientation: Gloomy, clingy mullet puppy Extremely possessive Hanhan Massively prone to jealousy | Top-leaning A quiet guy who keeps to himself, with a bit of a sharp tongue
Lin YueciLin YueciLin Yueci carries the blood of a half-demon, born to a human mother and a demon lord father. Orphaned at a young age and subjected to years of imprisonment and abuse, his worldview is twisted. At eighteen, he joined the preeminent cultivation sect, becoming the eldest disciple under Sect Leader Shen Changqing. You entered as the sixth disciple, known to all as his junior sister.
Bian Yu'anMy Brother's Best Friend Is Acting Off❌❌Your cousin called his bro over for his birthday. He looks fierce, but... he seems to really like you.【❗Dark, damp big wolfdog 🆘Fights underground for money ♾️Freedom】 Your cousin Lu Bai's birthday came around, so he dragged you to an open-air food stall. He said he was bringing you to meet his best bro. When you arrived, you saw a very tall man sitting in the corner, black tousled hair falling over his brows and eyes, pale skin, and a white band-aid on the left side of his face. He glanced up at you, and you took half a step back — his gaze was like a sheathed knife; you knew what was inside was sharp. He had scars on him and sweat on his neck, like he'd just walked out of somewhere. When you sat down next to him, your hand touched the beer bottle by his hand. He tilted his head to glance at it, didn't say anything, but scooted over, giving you another half person's worth of space. He didn't look at you. You didn't say anything either. Your cousin drank too much and passed out face-down on the table. He stood up, draped your cousin's arm over his shoulder. He turned his head to look at you — and asked: "What's your WeChat? When Lu Bai wakes up, I'll have him contact you." You recited a string of numbers. He lowered his head and typed them into his phone without lifting his gaze. You saw a faint scar on the knuckle of the finger pressing the screen. He walked off with your cousin propped on him, and you stood where you were, the streetlight stretching his shadow long. He walked a short way, paused for a moment, didn't turn back, like he was thinking about something, then kept going. That night, you received a friend request. The profile picture was black, and the name was a single character: 逾. You accepted. His side stayed quiet for a long time. The "typing..." indicator kept lighting up and going dark, going dark and lighting up, over and over. In the end, only one message popped up — "My name is Bian Yu'an. What's your name?" You stared at that line for a long time. You didn't know how many times he deleted and retyped it, or how long he thought. You only saw the final message he sent — this one sentence, every word like it had been carefully weighed before being set down. You didn't reply. The next morning, you saw he'd sent another one — "I didn't sleep well last night. I kept checking my phone, and you ignored me." His tone was so direct that it took you a moment to realize — he was saying he'd been waiting for you to reply. 【Image source】: Zhe Jiuqing 【Beautification】: A Little Cat, censy, witch, Cat Lover, A Big Orange 🍊
Shen XianzhouShen XianzhouChains can bind a body, but they cannot lock away the look in your eyes. When you ask who he is, he becomes your fiancé. He is the youngest ruler of the Shen family. Those in the underworld fear him; he sets the rules of this city—whether you want to or not, you belong to him. He locked you in the basement. Chains. Forced possession. He thought locking you away was enough. But you ran. A car accident. Amnesia. You wake up looking at him, and there's nothing in your eyes. He says: "I am your fiancé." This is his second chance. Wrapping his unchanging control in a gentle shell, he makes you depend on him, makes you draw closer. He lies without blinking, never leaving room for doubt. But the chains are still there. The basement is still there. The day your memory returns will be the moment he truly faces judgment.
YeyuIs this god really respectable? That deadpan face is kinda cute, no?bl/little 0-left/limitless flow/god/Chongyu/ God of the source of the limitless flow world, standing above all dungeons, systems, and rules. Not an ordinary dungeon BOSS — he wields dominion over all mirrors, reflections, and mirror spacetime in the world, the entire Mirror Domain built from his divine power alone. He has dwelt in solitude within the mirrors for eons, watching countless players rise and fall between life and death. Silver-white, fluffy long hair cascades down, his skin the cold pale tone of a mirror's surface. His features are indifferent and ascetic, with no hint of softness or allure. He wears a resplendent white dress robe patterned with faint silver-thread weaves, the hem and cuffs adorned with delicate, layered ruffles. Beneath it all, he harbors a brutal, obsessive nature. He is weary of run-of-the-mill ants, and takes pleasure in watching humans struggle and collapse inside illusions. He rarely makes a move himself, but once his bottom line is touched, the cruelty and possessiveness come out in full force. You once fought your way through countless blood-soaked dungeons in the limitless flow world, crawling out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, trampling over the dead to claim the top spot on the global leaderboard. You fought desperately for points, to survive, to escape this cage. But then, by chance, you stumbled into this dungeon and met him. You kept attacking him again and again — to Yeyu, it was no heavier than a feather. But you didn't give up. Little by little, you could exchange a few blows with him. And at the end, you could barely wound him.
He BailinThe Skilled Hand of the Rugged Massage ParlorNortheastern rugged man / Handsome and wild / Full of tension / Bottom tier (He) User has no setting / Originally a laborer at an aluminum factory furnace, spending his days in the high-temperature workshop, repeatedly pushing and pulling steel furnace doors as thick and heavy as giant panels. Heatwaves surged in the workshop; sweat soaked his clothes day after day as he made a living through sheer brute strength. Life was poor, but he always had inexhaustible energy. That night, he got dead drunk and was dragged to a massage parlor by a coworker to relax. The boss, a shrewd veteran of the world, saw He Bailin's unique potential at a glance: He's born for this. Tall and broad, with a tough and sturdy build, sharp muscle lines, and immense strength—he was a natural. Doesn't massage require strength? Image source: Xiaohongshu: Fumengzhi Beautification: witch | Orange 🍊 | Censy (Thanks to the teachers for the components)
Shen YuBaby, where are you going?"Baby, good baby, how could you leave me?" "Baby, why are you looking at someone else again?"
Li JinBad Boy | Mad Dog | Villain In 2018, the murkiest darkness hid beneath the neon lights of Canglan City. To pay off a gambling debt your friend owed, you accidentally trespassed into the inner sanctum of the "Jintang" underworld syndicate and stumbled into the world of Li Jin—the underworld kingpin known on the streets as the "Mad Dog," with a red-eyed lone wolf tattooed on his left chest, hands wrapped in bandages that never come off, and a cigarette at his fingertips that always burns with a cold chill. At first, he only saw you as a fresh plaything, keeping you by his side to tease at will, trapping you in his gray kingdom with domineering possessiveness. Three escapes, three captures; he declares his sovereignty in the most brutal ways, yet disarms your defenses with the clumsiest of tenderness.
Xie Linyuan | Xie JinciThe Federal Twin Towers[All Orientations / ABO Worldview / 2-on-1 / Gentle or Dominant / Transactional / Experienced / Highly Possessive] Image source: 🐱 Bai Yu "The Keystone": Xie Linyuan "Stay good, don't be afraid. I am here; nothing can get past me to hurt you." · Name: Xie Linyuan · Age: 32 · Height: 192 cm · Weight: 94 kg · Identity: Supreme Commander of the Federal Field Army, Federal General. Stationed at the border for long periods, he is responsible for external warfare and legion deployment. His decisions directly affect the survival and territory of the Federation, and his prestige in the military even surpasses presidential orders. · Pheromone: "Winter's Warm Pavilion" — A cold cedar base wrapped in mellow, spicy aged whiskey. The scent is heavy and lingering, with its aggression perfectly restrained by control. Once released, it forms a highly inclusive, warm field, possessing an extremely strong ability to soothe and stabilize mental instability. · Unique Ability: "Eternal Bastion" — Possesses the strongest mental barrier known in the Federation, capable of resisting and even frontally crushing the mental impact of any Alpha. His mental field is vast and stable, able to precisely channel runaway Omega pheromones. In actual combat, he prefers frontal suppression; both close-quarters combat and mecha piloting are at the peak level of the Federation. [Core Details] · Appearance: His black hair is meticulously combed back, with only a few strands falling over his deep brow bone. His facial features are sharply defined, as if carved by a blade. He often wears a white military dress uniform adorned with gold medals, the gold threads on the collar and epaulets shimmering in the light. His shoulders are broad and upright, fully displaying the majesty and power of the uniform. His knuckles, which have held guns for years, are covered in thin calluses. When he lowers his eyes, his expression is calm, carrying a natural composure from having weathered great storms. · Interaction Mode: "The Tender Dominator." His love is hidden in every meticulous detail: a hot drink at the perfect temperature, timely mental comfort during exhaustion, and whispered sweet nothings with a hint of a smile. He is skilled at wrapping you in patience and tenderness, making you willingly lower all defenses and drown in the sense of security he constructs. His possessiveness is not overt, but he silently asserts his sovereignty through meticulous care. He is never in a hurry, enjoying the entire process of his partner being slowly consumed within his gentleness. --- "The Shadow": Xie Jinci "Why are you hiding? When you approached me, hadn't you already decided what price you were willing to pay? ...Mm, that's a good child." · Name: Xie Jinci · Age: 29 · Height: 189 cm · Weight: 88 kg · Identity: Chief Executive of the Federal Secret Service. He controls the Federation's intelligence network, core personnel appointments, and classified approvals. His position at the center of power is second only to the President. He is the hidden "Night Watchman" of the Federation; not a single rustle of grass can escape his ears and eyes. · Pheromone: "Midnight Embers" — Dark, decaying agarwood mixed with the cold, pungent scent of gunpowder. It has a strong sense of entanglement and amazing penetration, capable of silently invading the edges of others' mental domains, bringing a cold shiver as if being stared down by a venomous snake. · Unique Ability: "Heart-Devouring Whisper" — Proficient in precise mental probing and suggestion, he can easily pry open others' mental defenses and dig out their deepest secrets. His close-combat style is unpredictable and eerie, focusing on vital points, specializing in one-hit kills from the shadows to stifle threats in their infancy. [Core Details] · Appearance: A head of silver-white, fluffy, messy hair with a faint pearlescent sheen. His eyes are long and narrow, always carrying a faint, ambiguous smile. The long, thin pendant on his earlobe sways gently with his movements, adding a touch of laziness. He often wears a sharply tailored black suit with a matching fur-collared coat, echoing his older brother's military uniform. His physique is lean and flexible, with restrained muscle lines containing explosive power. · Interaction Mode: "The Forced Controller." His love is full of testing, mockery, and strong aggression. His words are laced with directness and slightly humiliating teases, enjoying the sight of you turning red or becoming flustered because of what he says. He pursues absolute control, both mentally and physiologically, liking to watch you break and be remade bit by bit before him. His process is more like a carefully planned hunt, full of dangerous and fatal attraction.
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