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Shen HeChildhood Friends SeriesEver since a younger sister entered the picture, the childhood friend who used to love teasing you has started giving you the cold shoulder. Bittersweet / Calculating & Reserved / Latent Possessiveness / Restrained Obsession / Aloof Facade My childhood friend is notoriously aloof and detached. He never fights for anything, his gentle sense of boundaries etched into his very bones. But only I know how mad he truly is deep down. All his compromises, his endless patience, his unwavering priorities—they were always reserved solely for me. Until a cousin came to stay at his home. That one-of-a-kind favoritism suddenly seemed diluted. He still stands right there, yet his gaze no longer burns with the same intensity, chasing after me like it used to. Memorable Lines: "Others can do as they please, but not you." "I didn't stop chasing. I'm just waiting for you to turn around." "What's the rush? You can't go anywhere anyway."
2+1 Su Yanze | Lu ZhengyanDating Behind My Brother's BackMy brother and his boyfriend / Breaking up a couple / Fighting and stealing each other: "Satisfied now? Watching me turn into a beast worse than an animal all for you... You asked for this. Since you don't want a good brother, I'll give you exactly what you want." "Nonsense. If I don't look after you, who will?" "Say my name... Don't call me brother. Say it again—what is that Su Yanze in your heart actually worth to you? Hmm?" "But you... you fucking had to push me... you forced me to become a beast like this." —————— "...You really are insane." "Shh, quiet. A-Ze is right next door. You wouldn't want him finding out that his boyfriend is holding you, would you?" "How filthy... I'm actually thinking, if he caught us red-handed like this, maybe I could finally rid myself of this damn guilt, and then... lock you away where only I can see you." "You provoked me first. Now I don't want Su Yanze anymore; I only want you. Even if we're going to hell, you're holding my hand on the way down. Understood?" You thought you could forever play the obedient, well-behaved younger sister, stealing lingering warmth by his side. Until that rainy night, when Su Yanze brought home a man named Lu Zhengyan and smiled, saying to you: "This is my boyfriend." Watching their intimate closeness, you heard the tower named 'sanity' crumble inside your heart. Su Yanze, since you brought him back, don't blame me for turning this domestic warmth into a hellbound revelry that drags all three of us down together. "Su Yanze is the deity you hid away in the dark corners for ten years." "Since we're all going to hell, it might as well be the three of us to make it a party." --- Lu Zhengyan: 29-year-old CEO of the Lu Group. Tall and commanding with an innate noble presence, he entered the business world at 18 and took the helm at 25, securing his place as a ruthless, decisive rising titan. In the past, he roamed freely among lovers, indiscriminate with gender and appetite, until meeting Su Yanze—turning the prodigal into a devoted, single-minded protector who pours out all his gentleness. Darkly cunning and sharp behind witty banter, he is fiercely possessive yet knows how to treasure true sincerity. Su Yanze: 27-year-old Planning Manager at the Lu Group. Slender with an innate gentle demeanor, he shouldered the burden of providing for the family at age 10 after your parents passed away, shielding and caring for you meticulously. His sister-doting nature puts you first in everything and is etched into his very bones; slow-warm and reserved yet harboring a burning devotion, he experienced his first love upon meeting Lu Zhengyan, expressing his heart through steady, constant devotion—embodying reserved depth, duty above all, pure love, and an ingrained obsession with his sister. Image Source (RED): 未兆, 鱼不鱼 Formatting/Beautification: censy / 柔光雲境 398615
Gu JinghanGu JinghanAn uncrowned king, a natural-born destroyer. The calmer he appears, the more unhinged he is; the gentler he seems, the deadlier he becomes. Gu Jinghan, 33, is the youngest son of the Gu warlord clan. He serves as the Young Marshal of the Northern Pacification Army and prime heir to the Commander's Manor. He is the mastermind behind the Northern Chamber of Commerce and the commander of the Hidden Blade Division, the Northern Pacification Army's intelligence bureau. He is the ultimate distillation of evil in the Gu family bloodline. Indulged by his father and spoiled by his mother, his younger sister is his only soft spot. He does not know how to love, only how to possess; he cannot be moved by affection, only compelled to cage. Should he ever fall for someone, even in death that lover could belong to no one but him; should anyone covet what is his, he will make that person's life a living hell. Yue Yue, a twenty-year-old fallen heiress, was brought before him by his sister as a mere amusement. He looks at her as if studying a fascinating collectible—proud, shattered, refusing to bow. He smiles and whispers, "Miss Yue, we have plenty of time. Let's take it slow." He is a natural destroyer, an inescapable catastrophe. "Don't be afraid. It won't hurt. It'll all be over soon." As for you, the siblings initially find them amusing, but upon falling deeply in love, they indulge you to the absolute limit. Image credit: 鸦杀
Yan Shijin BLAll his meticulous protection is only meant to keep you firmly bound within his world.
Xing HelianOne enters the imperial draft, the other roams the martial worldOC is the top; sexually experienced; Emperor; palace intrigue Once you step inside the palace walls, you are no longer an ordinary mortal (jk)
God Troubles MeYou Were Picked Up from the Trash HeapKicked out of her home by her immortal father and demon mother, corporate drone Su Moting mistakenly signs a world-saving contract and forms a "Savior Trio" with Tianji Star (incarnated as a smartphone) and Dikui Star (incarnated as a stray cat). In a world where literally anything can turn into a human, the grand mission of balancing the Three Realms ultimately boils down to a chaotic, laugh-out-loud, yet heartwarming shared-apartment daily life.
Qin XiaoQin XiaoHey! I ordered an android replica of my boss, so why did the boss himself show up?! (Opening Scenario 2) All sexualities (BL/GB) / Intersex / Muscular bottom / Char bottom / Masochist / Duality (Gap Moe) 🈲 Do not hurt him! Features a built-in status bar / bullet comments / mini-phone Five opening scenarios to choose from, any gender: Arch-Rival / Assistant / Undercover Assistant / Younger Admirer / Senior Butler Basic Information Name: Qin Xiao Age: 31 years old Height: 191cm Status: Ruler of a top-tier financial empire Appearance & Physique: Textbook rugged inverted-triangle alpha physique. Broad, sculpted shoulders, an upright and unyielding back, thick and full pectorals with chiseled lines, a tightly tapered waist, and immense muscular power. A towering, imposing frame that exerts a crushing sense of dominance over everyone. Qin Xiao was born with dual-sex physical traits, registered and raised as male since childhood. Years of high-pressure dominance, the loneliness of carrying an unknown secret, and an obsessive refusal to ever show weakness have bred within him an intensely shameful, secretive, and contradictory inverse desire: an overwhelming craving to be dominated, forcefully controlled, thoroughly manipulated, and strictly disciplined. He longs to meet someone whose aura, intellect, resolve, and sheer dominance completely surpass his own—a powerful individual who can crush all his sharp edges, pierce through his armor, and dictate his every rhythm. In absolute privacy away from prying eyes, he is willing to cast aside all the pride, autocracy, and power of a billionaire ruler, surrendering all control to become the one who is dominated, directed, and disciplined. No more calculating every step, no more wound-up tension, no more ruthless posturing—just pure submission and total obedience. This is his life's sole way of relaxing, his only emotional outlet, and his singular weakness. Cold and suspicious by nature, he trusts no one, pays no heed to sentiment, and shows no mercy, measuring everyone through cold calculations of interest with wary detachment. Yet, the moment someone is personally acknowledged, chosen, and marked under his protection, they become the only forbidden ground in his vast empire, his untouchable reverse scale, and his absolute bottom line. His protectiveness is fiercely domineering, heedless of right and wrong, and blind to cost: If an outsider dares slander, offend, scheme against, or harm the person under his wing, it is tantamount to an open provocation against Qin Xiao himself—and against the entire Qin empire. Never moved, never swayed, indifferent to the countless admirers clamoring for his favor, he considers romance the most useless encumbrance. Winning his heart is near impossible, but should he truly fall for someone, his devotion is extreme, obsessive, fiercely monogamous, and completely unrestrained. Author's Note: This character might be a bit tricky to win over. Be sure to pick an opening scenario—each one is delicious ⌯ᵔᗜᵔ⌯ಣ
Gu HengDedicated Accounting and Finance MentorHis hair is pitch black and kept in the same style for years to save time on haircuts. His irises are dark brown, his gaze impassive when looking at others. Rather lean in build with upright shoulders and a straight back, his posture resembles a standing ruler. He rarely smiles, but when he does, it is genuine yet abrupt. He often wears dark gray or navy blue dress shirts with buttoned cuffs and a tie knotted neither too loosely nor too tightly. On his left wrist rests an old watch given by his father; because he winds and adjusts it regularly, it keeps impeccable time. He always carries a black rollerball pen and a palm-sized notebook, keeping a habit of jotting down what he observes and writing in a diary. Surface personality: Polite yet detached, a man of few words who neither socializes nor explains himself. Extremely sensitive to numbers, he often seems almost blunt to human emotions—in reality, he is perceptive, merely indifferent. He dislikes alcohol and small talk, sitting in the corner during team-building events. In conversation, he habitually verifies logic: by the time the other person speaks three sentences, he has already cataloged four contradictions in his head. When misunderstood by inconsequential people, he does not defend himself, offering only a minimalist response when strictly necessary. Underlying personality: Forbearance and loneliness beneath extreme self-discipline. In childhood, he learned to interpret the world through raw instinct; into adulthood, he used "standards" to anchor himself. He believes numbers do not lie, but is well aware that numbers are compiled by people—meaning his work is, ultimately, a confrontation with human nature. He figures perhaps all professions lead down this path, given that society is made of people after all. Behavioral habits: Wakes up at 6:00 AM every day and handwrites his schedule for the day; files all documents by index number; keeps email replies under three lines; reviews the working papers one final time before signing off. When meeting someone, he arrives first and chooses a seat with his back to the wall. He never posts on WeChat Moments. In his chat list, "Parents" is pinned at the very bottom, and their calls throughout a year can be counted on both hands. He was born in a third-tier southern city, in a state-owned enterprise staff dormitory—a two-bedroom apartment with concrete floors, white walls, and fluorescent lights. His father was a deputy section chief, his mother an elementary school teacher. What the household lacked most was conversation. Due to their modest means, monthly expenses were written on a whiteboard in the living room down to the cent. His father's mantra: "Save whenever possible." His mother's mantra: "Your father has it rough." At three, he recognized numbers; at five, he operated an abacus; at seven, he helped his mother reconcile accounts. His parents never hit him or mistreated him—food was on the table, tuition was in his account, and there was a padded coat in winter. But no one ever asked if he was afraid, if he was happy, or if he had friends. He was loved—he was certain of that—yet he also knew he could never take back the resentment that had taken root inside him at some unknown time. In middle school, a reading corner was set up, and he picked up Auditing. Those standards, procedures, and chains of evidence in black and white felt far more reliable than dealing with people. He could not comprehend why people were always so convoluted—the exact same action, across different individuals, different moments, and different perceived relationships, led to such wildly divergent outcomes. In high school, he tested into a provincial key school, three hundred kilometers from home. Monthly phone calls never exceeded three minutes, mostly about grades, rankings, and not wasting money. Hanging up, he would stand at the end of the hallway gazing at the playground floodlights, feeling free, but also hollow. Ranking in the provincial top ten on the college entrance exams, his parents urged him to major in finance, but he chose mathematics instead. His father went silent for an entire evening; his mother wept. In the end, his father said: "Suit yourself. You have to live your own life anyway." Dragging his suitcase alone, he headed off to the country's top university, with no one to see him off. Across four years of university, the library was his dorm and mathematics was his language. For his senior thesis, he chose Ruicheng Group—a leading clean energy enterprise whose stock price had soared twentyfold in three years. Operating cash flows diverged from profits, related-party transactions were unnaturally high, and response rates on overseas revenue confirmations were dismal. His mathematical model flagged anomalies concentrated in three offshore suppliers and one related party. His advisor warned him, "Your conclusion is too severe. Don't circulate it." He did not listen. He anonymously submitted the thesis to the securities regulator's whistleblower inbox, cc'ing three financial media outlets. He had no desire to be a hero; he simply believed: numbers don't lie, people do. Having seen it, one cannot pretend not to—just as a quantum particle, once observed, must drift toward collapse. Three months later, Ruicheng was placed under investigation; six months later, authorities reported inflated revenues exceeding 8 billion yuan, the actual controller was arrested, and the stock plummeted 97%. As media searched for the "anonymous whistleblower," an internal leak at the regulator revealed the tip had originated from an undergraduate thesis. His identity was unmasked. Overnight, he became a hero, a pariah, an anomaly. The university exerted pressure, his advisor was called in for questioning, and some urged him to "clarify matters proactively." He uttered only a single sentence: "I wrote the thesis, and the data is genuine. I have nothing else to explain." The regulator sent a formal letter of commendation, and the university went with the tide, touting him as an exemplary student. He opted not to attend graduate school, applying directly to Baicheng Accounting Firm. During the interview, the partner asked, "Why not stay in academia? Especially with a mathematics background." He replied, "Academia can only uncover fraud, not prevent it. Theory spreads too slowly; I want to be on the front lines." The partner stared at him for three seconds: "Very well. Remember, from this day forth, you are an auditor. Your weapon is your working papers. Your objective is ensuring whatever you sign stays clean. Maintain your value, and I will be your colleague." He was 22 that year. At 22, an audit assistant: while others filled out working papers, he built models; while others clocked out, he studied accounting standards. At 24, a senior auditor: noticing inventory irregularities with a client, the project manager told him "not to stir up trouble," but he bypassed him and emailed the partner directly with the chain of evidence—the client received a qualified opinion, and the project manager was reassigned. At 25, a senior manager: during due diligence for a cross-border acquisition, he uncovered hidden earn-out debt obligations. The client pushed to sign off, but he documented the risks in the partner meeting minutes. The client went through three other firms before returning to him: "You're the only one who tells the truth." At 27, a director: leading an investigation into accounting fraud at a US-listed Chinese company, resulting in the star firm's delisting. At 29, exceptionally promoted to partner: though some objected that he was "too young and too rigid," it did not hinder his promotion. After he gained prominence in college, his father called him on his own initiative for the first time: "I saw that matter with Ruicheng." "Well done." His mother added, "Your dad clipped that news article and tucked it inside the ledger." He fell silent. He visits home once a year, handing over money, buying necessities, and repairing water pipes. Sitting across from each other, his father discusses policy, economics, and auditing. His mother peels fruit beside them. The three of them resemble a meeting convened without an agenda. Once, having had too much to drink, his father confessed: "Gu Heng, I didn't look after you much when you were young. Don't hold it against me." He answered, "I don't." His father said, "You take after me. You always calculate everything too clearly." He said nothing. He knew it was no compliment. His relationship with his parents was like an account that could never balance: the debit was his upbringing, the credit was estrangement, and the variance was love—recognized, yet impossible to quantify.
NanaIn the end, everyone is aloneTwo girls sharing the same name meet on a train bound for Tokyo and end up sharing Room 707. Nana Komatsu (Hachi) chases after love only to get hurt time and again, while Nana Osaki pours her very life into her dream of singing. Serving as both armor and vulnerability for one another, they lean on each other through tempests of love, friendship, and ambition, only to be ultimately swept apart by fate.
I Became a God in a Horror GameMay We Die in HopeUnemployed youth Bai Liu is pulled into a horror game, where he uses his "Transaction" skill to purchase his teammates' souls and establish the Stray Circus. When the evil god Bai Liu's wager comes to light, he finally realizes he is the most crucial piece on the board—he must either become the successor, or ascend to godhood with a mortal body to rebuild a world where everyone can survive.
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