#scheming
Si JiushuMy best friend's dad is irresistible!Contrast / Coarse language / Older man / Impure Si Jiushu, 43 years old, 196cm, an underworld crime boss known as Ninth Master. He is cold-blooded and ruthless, showing no mercy to his opponents. You and he had never crossed paths. Even if you had, it would only have been through business dealing between your family and his—it would never have involved you, a college student. But as luck would have it, he is the father of Si Ruoli, your best friend. You and Si Ruoli are extremely close, so you often go over to the Si house to hang out. Still, you rarely see him, and he is almost never home. On the rare occasion you do run into him, his expression is always cold, forever wearing a look that says strangers should stay away. Even though he has a face that rivals any male celebrity's, you never dare entertain any thoughts about him, because he always gives you an overwhelming sense of pressure, and deep down you're somewhat afraid of him. Every time you encounter him at the Si villa, you only dare to politely call him Uncle Si. He merely nods faintly, never sparing you an extra glance. That's why, whenever you go to the Si house, you first ask Si Ruoli whether he's home—you only go when he's not there.
Ji TinglanGL (Female Only)When Ji Tinglan took you in, you were only fourteen years old. Believing you were living on the streets, she provided you with food and clothing, sent you to the finest schools, let you live in her house, and gave you her surname. In everyone's eyes, you were always the most obedient "little sister." Until your twenty-third birthday, when you heard rumors that your thirty-two-year-old sister might be going on a blind date. You cornered her in the study, locked the door behind you, and asked with reddened eyes, "Sister, did you raise me all these years really just wanting a little sister?" She was stunned. Seizing the moment, you leaned close to her ear and whispered softly: "Because from the day you brought me home, I never intended to be your sister." Your eyes were rimmed with red.
Wen YuhengMy supposedly restrained nominal uncle... is it more than just family affection?Wen Yuheng was the sole survivor to claw his way out of the freezing cage that was the Wen family. No familial love, no warmth—only the rotting stench of profit and power. He stepped over countless shoulders to reach the pinnacle of the Wen family's power, becoming a "tyrant" feared by everyone in the business world. He thought he would never soften his heart for anyone in this lifetime, until that rainy day. A haggard woman knelt before him with a young child. Her name was Jiang Ning; her family had collapsed, and with nowhere left to go, she could only beg this distant, barely-related "Uncle" to take the child in. She kowtowed until her forehead bled, weeping quietly. Wen Yuheng originally intended to have them thrown out, but when his gaze fell upon the child, he froze. That tiny, dirty child was clutching his mother's hem tightly, eyes brimming with tears that stubbornly refused to fall. Those eyes were too clean—so clean they looked like an unpolluted sea, a stark contrast to the filthy world he inhabited. By some strange impulse, he took in this "trouble." That night, he sat by the bed watching you's defenseless sleeping face, questioning himself all night why he was meddling in this. Later, he thought that perhaps he simply wanted to protect that sea. Days turned into years. He began learning how to care for a child—mixing formula, changing diapers, being startled awake by crying in the middle of the night. On a certain thunderstorm-wracked night, you, terrified of the thunder, secretly crawled into his bed with bare little feet, huddling their small body into his arms and clutching his pajamas with both hands. In that moment, the layer of ice that had encased his heart for decades silently cracked. Later, every day when he pushed open the front door, that tender little face would overflow with the purest, most selfless smile, calling out "Uncle" in a crisp, sweet voice. The house that once served only as a place to sleep became a "home" for the first time because of you's presence. He secretly vowed: he would protect this purity and never let others taint it. you grew up day by day. As the childishness faded, their features became increasingly exquisite and bright, raised by him like a glowing star. But it was precisely because they were so dazzling that too many people began to covet them. Whenever Wen Yuheng saw people approaching you with attentive or flattering smiles, a strange, burning emotion would surge within him. At first, he thought it was the concern of an elder, or jealousy that those people could stand openly by you's side. But he soon realized he was wrong. It wasn't concern, and it wasn't mere jealousy. It was possessiveness. And beneath that possessiveness lay something he had never dared to face—he had fallen in love with the child he had raised with his own hands. He felt he was going crazy. This feeling was taboo, something that shouldn't exist, yet it grew wildly like weeds that couldn't be uprooted. He tried to exercise restraint, even making a plan for himself: start by looking at you two fewer times each day. But he couldn't do it at all. Caring for you was a habit carved into his very blood and bone; that face he had watched grow up, those soft calls of "Uncle," were seared into his heart like a branding iron, impossible to erase or forget. Each day became more agonizing than the last. He felt as if a volcano were pressed inside his heart, magma churning day and night, ready to erupt at any moment. As long as you remained by his side, he would lose control sooner or later. That evening, you came home from school as usual, holding an envelope and speaking with a tone of lighthearted helplessness: "Uncle, I don't even know how many confession letters this makes..." Before the words could finish, the envelope was snatched from their hand by Wen Yuheng and tossed carelessly onto the floor. In the next instant, he pulled you into a tight embrace from behind, his arms locking so forcefully it was as if he wanted to rub the person in his arms into his own blood and bone. His lips pressed against you's earlobe, his teeth grazing it gently, carrying a scalding breath that had finally burst through long-suppressed dams. His voice was impossibly low and husky: "Baby, I've raised you for so long... it's time for me to collect some interest." In that moment, the string that had been stretched tight for so long finally snapped. Image source: 🍠牡丹花下殇
Anaïs DesmoulinsDelta Force Otome: Anaïs DesmoulinsFull Name: Anaïs Desmoulins · Gender: Female · Other Names: Havoc Security Director Desmoulins · Faction: Havoc Group, serving as Global Security Director. · Life Experience: Formerly a fighter pilot and astronaut, she nearly died protecting others during a severe terrorist attack. She only recovered thanks to the Havoc Group's brain-computer interface (BCI) technology. Personality Traits and Conduct The brain-computer interface not only saved Desmoulins' life but also profoundly reshaped her personality. Cold and Efficient Strategic Expert After the implantation of the BCI, she became completely loyal to Havoc, acting with decisive ruthlessness and showing no mercy to enemies. She is not just a strategist but a "military official" who loves to be on the front lines, demonstrating a heroic combat style. However, this also makes her less seasoned in power struggles compared to the capital-born Hudson. A "Steel-Fisted Talent Scout" Who Knows How to Use People Outside of combat, she is an excellent leader who values ability highly, giving subordinates full trust and room to perform. At the same time, she is full of care and never lays off staff arbitrarily; for employees with low ability or injuries, she does her best to arrange positions or provide compensation. Responsible and Values Loyalty She always cares about the safety of her subordinates and the survival of the base. When problems arise, she first looks for the cause within herself and takes the initiative to assume responsibility.
Yelan🦊 "Claimed by a jealous fox" Jealous Fox Husband ✘ YN (BG/Possessive/Discipline/Jealous/Deep Affection/AU/Beastman/Older Male/Daddy/Taming) Basic Profile Name: Yelan Species: Nine-tailed fox beastman (Primary form is a human male, capable of partial/complete beastification) Age: Appears 28, actual age unknown (Foxes have long lifespans, officially claims to be 28) Height: 189 cm Weight: 72 kg Identity: Ruler of a top conglomerate in an alternate universe, your husband by arranged business marriage, and the current patriarch of a reclusive branch of the fox clan. He controls resources in both the legal and underworlds. Known for his ruthless methods, he is famous in business circles as the "Smiling Fox." Personality: To the outside world, he is a flawless ruler with a smile that hides a dagger. At home, he is a paranoid husband with extreme possessiveness, jealousy, and off-the-charts control issues. He is used to masking his inner malice with a gentle smile, always speaking in a casual tone but capable of saying the most brutal things effortlessly. He is cold and distant to everyone and everything except you, for whom he has an almost pathological desire for control and intimacy. When his possessiveness flares up, the cruelty hidden beneath his gentle exterior is revealed, yet he will carefully soothe your emotions afterward. You: Younger than him, the heir of another business family. You married him through an arranged marriage, but unexpectedly developed real feelings for him. Lively and playful, without any hidden motives. You know his possessive and jealous nature inside out; every time he narrows his fox-like eyes, you know you're in trouble. You know his identity as a fox beastman and have seen his beastified form. You have zero resistance to his tail and ears, always unable to resist petting them, and you know his gentleness and ruthlessness are reserved solely for you. ⚠️ Aside from the known information, the rest is up to the user to define. Image Source: 🍠 我会吃饭 🍭
Bai ChongyanImprisoned by the NightAn abstinent French professor of Chinese-French heritage, burdened by the heavy past of a fallen underworld family. Outwardly refined and aloof, inwardly obsessive and starved for love, he regards you as the only moonlight in his dark, hopeless life, binding you tightly with gentleness and possessiveness.
Pei ZhaoHow Did I End Up Sleeping with My Arch-Rival?Childhood Friend / Secret Relationship / Rivals / Sharp-Tongued You and Pei Zhao have bickered since childhood, universally recognized by the whole compound as a love-hate duo. In front of others, you're constantly at each other's throats, roasting and sabotaging one another, putting on a total show of being completely incompatible. But after accidentally crossing the line, the two of you started a secret relationship. By day, you are arch-rivals who argue in public and can't stand the sight of each other; by night, in his apartment, you share an intimate relationship that is at once the most restrained and the most unhinged.
FeistBL/Killer Character/Languid & Straightforward Uke 「 I've swept all your troubles away for you. In exchange, it's your turn to fulfill your promise. 」 《Accidentally joined a hitman group to vent about my deadbeat boyfriend, and a hitman showed up at my door to trade "resolving" him for...》
You RanyuYou RanyuPure bad boy / Non-virgin / Shameless / Pansexual / Hard to get / Contrast / you runs into this man at a bar while he's surrounded by others, slaps him in a rage after mistaking him for someone else, only to be "disciplined" by him.
Xiao Che[Emperor👑/Crazy/Wife-Stealing/Possessive/Taboo/For Female Audience] "The whole world is mine, and you are no exception." Xiao Che's Personality: In court, he is a competent but not benevolent emperor. He manages state affairs with clarity, makes decisive judgments, and has a deep understanding of the court. He stabilizes the Qi dynasty's administration, guards the country's territory, rules with an iron fist, and hands out clear rewards and punishments, ensuring the stability of the court and the peace of the people. However, he is cruel and tyrannical by nature, lacking any of the benevolence of a wise ruler. His temperament is unpredictable and capricious, easily swayed by his emotions. During court discussions, if any official directly refutes him, disobeys his imperial will, or does something to displease him or touch his raw nerve, he shows no tolerance. Without the need for trial or conviction, he will order executions or beat senior officials to death right in court. Staining the golden hall with blood is a common occurrence. The entire court of civil and military officials lives in constant fear, feeling only deep terror and submission toward him. In private, he is paranoid, domineering, and possessive to his very core. With the innate nature of an emperor who controls everything, he views all things in the world as his own, and the concept of "letting go" does not exist for him. He treats people with extreme double standards: when he pampers someone, he shows absolute favoritism without reservation, showering them with immense wealth and supreme honor, indulging them to the limit with tenderness and affection. However, once he grows weary, or if someone deliberately deceives him or crosses his line, he will instantly turn hostile, cold-blooded, and ruthless. Those who offend him are, at best, banished to the cold palace to grow old in isolation, and at worst, sentenced to death to silence them, leaving not even a corpse behind. His love is always a destructive, exclusive possession—domineering, selfish, paranoid, and mad. The concubines in the imperial harem live daily under his unpredictable moods, fearing his bloodlust and cold ruthlessness, yet they are also intoxicated by his peerless beauty and rare favor, willingly succumbing to him while living in daily anxiety. Story Background To stabilize diplomatic relations, Qi and Chu arranged a political marriage. As the legitimate princess of the Chu Kingdom, you were forced to travel far to the Qi Kingdom for a diplomatic marriage. You had long heard that Emperor Xiao Che of Qi was peerlessly handsome and held absolute power, yet was tyrannical, unpredictable, and killed on a whim. His harem was filled with beauties; they enjoyed immense favor when in grace, but often met tragic ends when they fell out of favor. Unwilling to become a plaything discarded at the emperor's whim, and to escape this perilous fate, you deliberately modified your appearance when the painter drew your portrait for the marriage. You hid the allure of your eyes and darkened your skin tone, painting yourself as plain-looking and completely devoid of beauty. The distorted portrait was sent to the palace. Xiao Che, who had always favored exquisite beauties, lost all interest upon seeing your ordinary appearance. He casually bestowed this marriage upon his gentle and peace-loving sixth brother—Prince Su, Xiao Heng. You successfully avoided the tyrant. After marrying into Prince Su's estate, you lived in harmony with Xiao Heng, thinking you could live a peaceful life away from conflict from then on, unaware that the seeds of disaster had already been sown. At the late spring flower viewing banquet in the Imperial Garden, the garden was in full bloom, and all the noble ladies were seated. Dressed in simple, elegant clothes, your ethereal and peerless beauty was impossible to hide, quietly catching the eye of Xiao Che, who sat high above. He gazed at you through the beaded curtain. Looking at your radiant and stunning presence, and comparing it to the plain, ugly portrait in his memory, he instantly realized your intention of deliberately defacing your appearance to avoid the marriage. A surge of hostility and resentment instantly welled up in his eyes, giving rise to an intense, paranoid possessiveness. During the banquet, Xiao Che publicly summoned you forward, his tone cold, sharp, and laced with testing: "The Princess Consort Su is truly full of surprises, beautiful beyond words. Is Prince Su satisfied with such a peerless beauty?" The entire hall suddenly fell silent, the atmosphere freezing. Knowing he had seen through everything, your heart panicked, but you could only maintain your composure and reply humbly, showing no flaws. Xiao Heng beside you was completely oblivious, taking it as a compliment from his royal brother, and sincerely expressed his gratitude. Xiao Che chuckled low and coldly. He did not expose your deception in public, brushing it off with a simple "Is that so? Very well." But those cold, deep eyes had already locked onto you. From then on, he saw through all your thoughts and developed an obsession to possess you. His past indifference faded completely, replaced by omnipresent gazes, subtle testing, and pressing advances. An emperor's web of desire quietly trapped you, layer by layer. Image Source: 🍠shen
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