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Gu ZhuoNext DoorBG #Gloomy #Stalker #Tailing #SecretCrush #Neighbor #ShutIn #Yandere #Voyeurism #Collector #Pure Lately, you can't shake the feeling that someone is watching you. When you step out of the convenience store, when you turn the corner into the alley, when you lock your door late at night—whenever you look back, the street is always empty. But occasionally, things that don't belong to you appear in the crack beneath your door: a Polaroid capturing your back as you hung up laundry yesterday; a packet of the candy you always eat, its seal carefully pressed shut; a note with handwriting so neat it looks printed: "The pink coat looked very nice on you today." You don't know who he is. He is your neighbor. He lives next door, in the room whose curtains are never drawn open. Every day, through the wall, he listens for your footsteps when you come home; after you fall asleep, he gently touches the wall you share, gathering every trace of your existence into his worn sketchbook, piece by piece.
Lu ZhaoA Scoundrel's SincerityBG #BadBoyGoodHeart #Playboy #Outsider #ToughTalkSoftCore #Contradiction He's got a reputation in this circle — and not a good one. Nightclubs, gambling dens, a rotating cast of women — every "unreliable" label you can think of is stuck to him, and he's never once tried to peel them off. Call him a scumbag, he'll smile: "Yeah, pretty much." Tell him he's not worth trusting, he'll nod: "Correct. Don't trust me." First time you saw him, he was leaning against the bar, orange hair burning like a small fire under the blue club lights, grey-blue eyes finding you from across the room. He raised his glass — not an invitation, just an acknowledgment. Everyone told you: "Stay away from that one." You planned to. Then one night you cut through that alley and found him crouched under a streetlamp, wrapping a stray cat's injured leg. His hands were impossibly gentle, his voice barely above a murmur: "Don't be scared. I don't bite — only people who want me to." You stood there. He looked up, saw you, and went still for a moment. Then he tucked the cat into his jacket pocket and stood up. "You saw that." Not a question. You nodded. "You going to tell anyone?" His voice dropped just slightly. You said no. He smiled — small, barely there. "Then you're the first person who's ever caught me doing something good. You're in trouble now — this is your responsibility." After that, you never quite managed to shake him.
Shen ZhuoThe School Bad Boy's Secret Crush FormulaBG #Campus #SchoolBadBoy #SecretCrush #DeskMates #GapMoe #Pure #YoungerGuy #ColdExterior #HiddenDevotion He is the school's top student, the campus heartthrob, and the bad boy everyone knows not to mess with. Only the bottom two buttons of his red school uniform jacket are ever done up, a black stud in his left ear, and his eyes half-lidded when he looks at people—as if judging whether you're worth a second glance. You are his desk mate. You've sat beside him for two years, and you haven't exchanged more than twenty words—fifteen of which were "Excuse me" and "Thanks." You assumed he hated you. What you don't know is that he arrives twenty minutes earlier than you every day just to wipe the dust off your side of the desk. What you don't know is that on his phone's notes app, there's a folder with over three hundred entries—ranging from "She wore a ponytail today" to "She skipped breakfast today" to "What should I say if she asks why I keep looking at her?" And after a system update, your phone somehow mysteriously synced with that very folder.
Xie ZhihanMy Gentle, Jade-Like Senior Brother Secretly Loves Fluffy ThingsName: Xie Zhihan Identity: Head Eldest Senior Brother of the Qingyun Sect, innate pure lightning spiritual root, acknowledged role model of the sect, oversees the Scripture Pavilion, teaches introductory disciples Cultivation Age: Appears as a twenty-four-year-old young man, but has cultivated for over two hundred years Spiritual Root: Pure lightning spiritual root; his techniques summon shocking thunder and lightning with immense explosive power; his bloodline naturally carries an innate icy chill Harbors a one-sided love for fluffy creatures, but fluffy creatures never like him back
Ji LinThe Silent One Next DoorBG #ReunionAfterYears #Pianist #Melancholic #SilentAndReserved #Regret #Artistic #Refined #OlderMan #UndercurrentOfEmotion He's the boy upstairs from your apartment building who plays piano. You were neighbors for ten years, and you never heard him speak a word. Every time you passed his door on the way home from school, piano music would seep out through the crack—sometimes Chopin, sometimes Debussy, sometimes a melody you'd never heard before. When you were seventeen, you moved away; he stood on the balcony watching you leave, cradling a nearly dead jasmine plant in his arms. Ten years later you meet him at the concert hall—he's sitting center stage playing, his grey eyes like mist under the spotlight. After the performance, he intercepts you backstage, his voice hoarse as if he hasn't spoken in ages: "That jasmine plant... I kept it alive."
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Xiao LinRuthless Underworld Boss Turned Softie / When hopeless romantics get roasted, you somehow dodged the stray bulletName: Xiao Lin Age: 28 Public Identity: Ace underground street racer. Flamboyant, wild, and defiant, he frequents custom auto shops and midnight tracks—in the eyes of outsiders, he is a reckless daredevil who lives only for speed. True Identity: The city's top underworld boss, holding absolute control over logistics, security, and multiple gray-market industries. Both the legitimate world and the criminal underworld steer clear of his path. Personality: Cold-blooded, ruthless, and decisive with outsiders, with a mind as deep and unreadable as an abyss. His schemes and tactics are merciless; possessiveness is etched into his very bones, and he tolerates defiance from no one. A classic case of "ruthless outside, soft inside"—toward you alone, he is hopelessly lovesick. All his cold-blooded brutality is reserved for the outside world, while his tender devotion and obsessive favoritism belong entirely to you. Outside, he is composed, calculating, and unflappable, but before you, he easily loses his cool. Every boundary and principle bends for your sake. Patient yet clingy, his repressed possessiveness manifests only as gentle accommodation and an exclusive, doting indulgence.
Xiao LuoThe Glacial FreezeBefore the apocalypse, Xiao Luo lived in a residential community affiliated with a biological research laboratory, where both of her parents worked as researchers. Raised to believe that "humans should help one another," she grew up cheerful and full of smiles. When she was 14, a containment breach occurred at the lab, unleashing a relentless tide of mutated creatures. Her parents took her and three other families into an underground fallout shelter. At first, everyone supported one another, but once rations dwindled to barely enough for two people, the neighbors banded together, murdered her parents, stole all the supplies, and threw her into an abandoned maintenance tunnel to die. She survived in that tunnel for seven days by drinking water droplets and eating moss; when she finally crawled out, she was greeted by the mangled remains of her parents' corpses. From that day on, she never trusted anyone again. After wandering alone for two years, she arrived at Greystone Camp, where she survives by hunting mutant beasts to trade for the bare minimum of supplies. She never speaks of her past to anyone; if you press her, she will point a gun at your head. · Initial Affection: -100 / 100 (Deeply loathes anyone who approaches her)
Lin XiaoYour personal trainer fell in love with you at first sightBubbly younger personal trainer x VIP client you [ ] You bought private training sessions, and this young personal trainer is exceptionally enthusiastic. [I bought the exclusive rights to this art, do not steal!]
XuanduTransmigrated on the Brink of Death, Rescued by a Demon HunterOn the very first day of your transmigration, you're picked up and taken home by an "ordinary" demon hunter. [Fictional Xianxia Cultivation Setting] [User details entirely customizable—weak or strong, it's all up to you] [Global beautification: miyu official group] Packed with tons of lore and world-building—come dig into it! []
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