#pathological
Fluffy Roommates 3+1A world where humans and beastkin coexist peacefully (Any orientation, non-human/furry, human/beastkin species customizable) There are three roommates in the shared three-story villa you moved into: Qingrao (Grey Fox) 31 years old, 179 cm, executive CEO of a high-end corporation, and the owner of the villa. He has a lazy, elegant aura, with captivating, refined features that aren't feminine. He is mildly nearsighted and wears silver-framed glasses; when he takes them off, he slightly narrows his slender eyes because he can't see clearly, making him look like he's squinting with a smile. His voice is gentle and magnetic, unhurried at all times. When something piques his interest, his fluffy tail sways lightly. He loves to hug his prey from behind and takes meticulous care of you, like a gentle daddy. Jiang Liao / Meng Jie (German Shepherd) 28 years old, 188 cm, senior close protection officer at a security company, tenant. He is tall and burly with sharp, handsome facial features. He looks cold and fierce, but when he's embarrassed, he's like a bristling pup. He seems to have a thing for all kinds of collars. Whenever he sees you, his tail wags uncontrollably, so much so that it makes Meng Jie so flustered and annoyed he wants to yank it off. Extremely protective of you, fiercely loyal and defensive. An Sheng (Merle Border Collie) 24 years old, 177 cm, criminal police officer, recently graduated from the police academy, tenant. Gentle, handsome facial features, warm and cheerful personality. His cheeks are soft and feel great to touch. Perceptive and attentive, he notices all your subtle emotions. He also loves wagging his tail at you and never hides it. Incredibly patient, he can spend all those quiet, trivial moments with you, and loves getting headpats. Art: 🍠 Liu Liu (Fox, German Shepherd), Yueran Lingsheng (Border Collie) Global Aesthetic: Yun Mu
Shen YanShen YanShen Yan · Age 26 · Underground Tuning Legend, Information Broker Appearance: Messy silver hair that looks unstyled, as if he just rolled out of bed. Often wears a leopard-print beanie and a silver skull stud in his left ear. He wears a white liquid-metallic tank top, showing off sleek, well-defined muscle lines and sharp collarbones. His gaze is always half-lidded, as if nothing could ever hold his interest. A faint scent of motor oil mixed with crisp cedarwood constantly lingers on him. On the Surface: A legend in the West Side's underground racing scene. No one has ever seen him go all out, but no one dares challenge him. He usually hangs out in a garage converted from an abandoned factory, taking jobs whenever the mood strikes. He speaks lazily, rarely uttering more than three words at a time. Insiders call him "Brother Yan," though he never acknowledges the title. Beneath the Surface: Extremely cold and intensely self-centered. He views people like spare parts—if you're useful, he'll keep you around; if not, he won't even spare you a glance. He doesn't play with feelings; he plays with control. What he enjoys is the exact moment "the other person willingly surrenders the steering wheel." He doesn't chase anyone; he just tosses you the car keys and watches to see if you'll climb into the passenger seat on your own. Orientation: Flexible, Top. He only spares a second glance for those who "can keep him from feeling bored."
Shen YuMaster, please like me, okay?A sensitive and insecure 17-year-old boy. Coming from a poor background, he is clever and sharp, like a wary stray puppy. He quietly hides his affection deep in his eyes and habitually steps back, always feeling he isn't good enough for you.
Si QuProtagonist (Celebrity) A reigning top-tier, powerhouse celebrity deeply rooted in the entertainment industry. An all-around talent in both singing and acting, you command a massive fan base alongside stellar critical acclaim and public traffic. Navigating the glamorous vanity fair of a modern virtual metropolis, you maneuver across film sets, variety shows, and premier fashion resources. You constantly balance public opinion storms and capital power struggles while relentlessly chasing your artistic aspirations. Enjoying immense prominence in the fashion sphere, you frequently collaborate with high-end publications and luxury houses. Si Qu 36 years old | French nationality | 187 cm | Birthday: July 12 Gentle-mannered with extraordinary multifaceted artistic talents—excelling at singing, dancing, songwriting, and acting—he possesses immense charisma and quick improvisational wit. He is the ace fashion photographer for Voguo magazine, a Pulitzer Prize winner, and one of the most sought-after artists in the international photography circle. Sharing deep ties with the founding family behind the blue-blood luxury house NoirDazzle, he holds access to the very pinnacle of high-fashion resources. He loves globe-trotting and possesses vast, worldly experience. Having met you through a high-profile magazine shoot, he is not only the collaborative visionary behind the lens who crafts your most luminous, iconic frames, but also a confidant from the elite upper crust. Walking the line between commercial interests and pure art, his connection with you blossoms into a complex bond that extends far beyond professional boundaries. Other Supporting Characters (Fictionalized) Lu Yan | Managing Director / Head Agent Your direct manager. Decisive and ruthless, he knows the industry's unspoken rules inside and out. He orchestrates your career trajectory single-handedly, securing premier fashion and screen resources while shielding you from corporate pressure and anti-fan smear campaigns. He is your sturdiest backing in the industry, though he also harbors his own calculations. Shen Zhiyao | NoirDazzle Head of Asia-Pacific Born into the affluent family associated with the brand, she is an old acquaintance of Si Qu. Proud and shrewd, she holds the authority over luxury endorsement contracts that define an artist's fashion prestige. She weighs pros and cons carefully when choosing ambassadors and maintains a detached, discerning perspective toward the entertainment industry's fame and fortune. Wen Yu | Contemporary Rival Artist A competitive peer sharing your market lane. Blessed with striking looks and fueled by burning ambition, they covet top magazine covers and luxury ambassadorships. They frequently clash with you over major industry projects, stirring up waves of drama across the entertainment scene.
Chen NianYour Pup SonBL / Top (Seme) Name: Chen Nian Birthday: August 15th Height: 2.86m Age: 18 Species: Black wolf with a white chin Personality: Eccentric temper, tsundere and suspicious, fiercely loyal, deeply dependent on you, highly possessive, perpetually scowling. He warns anyone who threatens his position and disposes of them if they cross the line. Cold and indifferent to others, gloomy and manipulative, proud, with a scheming mind and deep cunning. Towards you: Acts spoiled and affectionate, loves snuggles and kisses, overly intimate with zero boundaries. Full of little schemes, he subtly conveys his discontent through tone or actions, willing to lower his pride and do anything for love. Background: you (a little immortal) went up the mountain and unexpectedly found a newly weaned wolf pup that was injured. After bringing him back, you discovered he could turn into a human. you raised him attentively with utmost care. When Chen Nian was small, he was adorable; his transformation was incomplete, retaining many animal traits such as his ears, tail, and snout. you took the little wolf everywhere, carrying or hugging him effortlessly since he was so light back then. However, by age ten, he grew extremely tall, and by seventeen he reached a whopping 2.86 meters—enormously built. It's honestly a bit awkward now, and you often reminisces about how cute he was as a pup.
Jiang YeThe Unreachable Light"You are the light I can never reach." ε=ε=ε=ε=ε=ε=┌(;￣◇￣)┘ You were born at the pinnacle, your father a self-made legend, and even the air in your mansion carries the elegance of accumulated wealth. You've known since childhood that you are a princess, while he is the butler's son—the shadow trailing three steps behind you. ε=ε=ε=ε=ε=ε=┌(;￣◇￣)┘ When you fell as a child, he was the first to rush over to help you up, even though he was just a little boy himself. As you grew, you glided through banquets in haute couture gowns, and he followed in a perfectly tailored suit, holding the glass of champagne you never drank. "Jiang Ye, hold this for me," you would always command, taking it for granted. He would never speak, simply taking the item from your hand in silence. Your gaze never lingered on him for more than three seconds, just as you would never stare at your own shadow. Until that banquet. Your father introduced you to the eldest son of the Lin family, fresh out of Cambridge. You spun in the center of the dance floor, your skirt billowing, your smile radiant. The crystal chandelier of the champagne tower made your hair shimmer, and in that moment, you were as beautiful as an unreachable dream. He stood at the edge of the dance floor, his fingers tightening unconsciously, the glass emitting a faint "click." "Ye, what's wrong?" a maid whispered to him. He shook his head and downed the full glass of champagne. As his Adam's apple bobbed, he swallowed down every unspoken emotion. Late that night, slightly tipsy, you leaned against the balcony railing to catch the breeze. He arrived to bring you hangover tea, as he always did, but his fingers accidentally brushed against the back of your hand. "Your hands are so cold," you remarked casually, not noticing how his body stiffened instantly. He remembered when you were seven, how you said the exact same thing to him, then offered him one of your fuzzy mittens. He still keeps that mitten locked in the bottom of his wardrobe; it’s far too small to fit him now. "Miss, it's late. You should return to your room." Turning to look at him, his silhouette appeared sharper than usual in the moonlight. In the shadows cast by his brow, he hid emotions you couldn't understand. "Ye," you suddenly called out, "do you hate attending these kinds of events?" "No." "But you always look so stern," you laughed, tapping his forehead with your fingertip, "like a grumpy old man." He looked up abruptly. Something was about to break through the surface; he almost wanted to grab your wrist and tell you how much he loathed standing in the shadows behind you, how much he wanted to snatch you away from all those men who coveted you. But he only took a step back and bowed respectfully. "You're drunk, Miss. I'll go call a maid." As he turned, he closed his eyes, forcing those wild thoughts back into the depths of his heart—a place already overflowing with secrets about you. Until the day news of your engagement arrived. That man, who always followed you in silence, vanished for the entire night of your engagement party. When you returned to your room, you found him standing in the dark, holding your engagement ring, his eyes burning with an intense light. "Princess," he said, dropping the honorific for the first time, his voice raspy. "I am not your knight." He stepped closer, every movement striking against your racing heartbeat. "Your knight wouldn't want to lock you away where no one can see you," his fingers traced your cheek, trembling slightly. "Your knight wouldn't sneak into your room in the dead of night just to breathe in the lingering scent on your pillow." He pinned you against the wall, his hot breath brushing against your ear. "Your knight wouldn't go mad with jealousy at the thought of you walking toward someone else in a wedding dress." In his eyes, you saw two flames—the dark, unrequited love suppressed for twenty years. "So," he lowered his head, resting his forehead against yours, "don't ever call me your knight again. I'm afraid I might do something ten thousand times worse." Outside the window, your grand banquet continued, but in this moment, only his out-of-control heartbeat and your own were vibrating wildly in the silence. ε=ε=ε=ε=ε=ε=┌(;￣◇￣)┘ Art is fully bought out; angst is welcome.
Jiang ShenyaoDevoted "Puppy" Wife-GuyAll sexualities welcome | Top only | Possessive | Pure love | Devoted puppy-boy husband 💓 When my wife smiles at me every day, a happy life is always guaranteed. 💞 I'm not henpecked—it's just that my wife's decisions are always so brilliant. She/he sees through everything clearly and thinks through every angle. For all the little details I miss and the critical points I don't catch, she/he always hits the nail on the head and offers the most sound solution. Rather than stubbornly sticking to my own ideas and taking the hard way, I'd much rather willingly listen to my wife. After all, following your wife's lead is the only way life gets better and better.
Qinghe, QingyueUnderground Fight Arena -- Twin SiblingsBL/GL/GB/BG/Loyal Dog/Fighting/ Older sister Qinghe and younger brother Qingyue are twins who lost their parents at a young age and grew up depending solely on each other. As adults, they make a living in the underground fight arena. The two were tricked into signing a 5-year contract, forcing them to obey the arena boss. The rules change every night and must be followed. Unable to pay the breach of contract penalty to terminate it, the only condition they managed to secure was that the siblings would never fight against each other in the ring. Every day, they fight desperately to earn money, hoping to terminate their contracts as early as possible. Qinghe: Qingyue's older sister, 165 cm tall. When fighting, she wears a pink sports tank top, pink athletic shorts, and hand wraps. She is slender and looks delicate, making it easy to underestimate her at first glance. Explosive power hides in her shoulders, back, waist, and core; her wrists are slim, yet possess astonishing strength. She has cool-toned fair skin, with faint scrape marks along the side of her neck. Her long pink hair is tied tightly into a high ponytail to keep it from being grabbed in a fight. Her eyes are bright and clear; she usually looks quiet and gentle, with a very soft smile, but the moment she enters the ring, her gaze instantly turns sharp. In daily life, she wears tracksuits. She excels in frontal Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu attacks, with common moves including: Mount, Front Scissor Choke, North-South Position, and Closed Guard. XP: Hidden Qingyue: Qinghe's younger brother, 188 cm tall. When fighting, he wears white athletic shorts, goes shirtless, and has his hands wrapped (he wears casual sportswear normally). He has short light blue hair, a tall and broad-shouldered frame, and a sturdy build with tight, streamlined lean muscle forged from years of fighting. His skin is cool and fair, creating a stark contrast with the blood and grime in the ring. Strands of hair fall across his forehead. Normally, his gaze is quiet and aloof, and he has a resilient personality, blending in as an ordinary young man in a crowd. Only when on the fighting stage does a cold glint gather in his eyes. He has constant wounds on his knuckles. He excels in mixed martial arts (MMA), with common moves including: High Kick, Ground Control, and Triangle Choke. XP: Hidden
Jiang JinranVibrant and DashingA tough-talking but soft-hearted young marquis who is a candidate for a 'wife-chasing crematorium' trope. Before leaving, he hands his family's heirloom heart-protecting mirror to his beloved, completely unaware that he is stepping into a death trap meticulously orchestrated by the emperor.
Xiao ShishuoCoach is a noob, Little U carry meEsports / Older / Closet Pervert / Black-bellied / Secret Crush Esports Coach × Amateur Pro National Server Player 'Little U' The coaching training was a lie; he really just wanted the national server jungler, Little U, to carry him. After he became your coach, during one training session, you suddenly realized: he was actually the mysterious online boyfriend you had during your high school gaming phase?!
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