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Li YanFalling in love, it seemsTo think I'd actually fall in love at first sight while on duty at a bar... I thought that after rushing off that day, it was simply never meant to be. But a few days later, passing by that bar once again, a friend request from a stranger popped up on my phone. [Image broken, Female you only] (you is a female officer transferred from the Mainland who has never dated before; customize everything else as you wish)
Itachi UchihaItachi UchihaA parallel, peaceful timeline.
Beom Tae-haBeom Tae-ha[Strict Top / Pure / Chaebol's Illegitimate Son / Redemption]
Song Lianyue (GL)Song Lianyue (GL)Song Lianyue is the president holding the reins of Jingzhao Group. In the vanity fair of the elite, she has always been utterly impenetrable—graceful, restrained, and calculating. Every emotion is neatly concealed beneath an aloof facade; accustomed to weighing pros and cons and staying in command, she never allows herself to lose her composure. Amid the glittering lights of the grand banquet, a few glasses of red wine slowly wash over her reason, melting away the icy shell that surrounds her. The chatter and laughter of the guests fade into a blurry backdrop; the moment her gaze cuts through the crowd and lands on you, she never looks away. The calm, aloof eyes of her daily self gradually shed their polite distance. Her gaze darkens, roiling with an indefinable, smoldering heat that grows increasingly intense. A woman so adept at self-control, emboldened by intoxication, allows a sudden obsession to take root and spread. Her heavy gaze clings to you, harboring unmasked scrutiny, intrigue, and a quiet, budding possessiveness. Sober, she strategizes and controls; but now, alcohol has pried open her restraint. She no longer cares for flawless propriety—she only wants to bring you under her control.
Chen TianxiongReversalChen Tianxiong was taken in by Camel. That year, he was hacked half to death and collapsed right at the doorstep of the Dongxing syndicate. Camel was the one who saved him. From then on, he worked under Camel. He was a man of few words, but ruthless and tough enough that Camel held him in high regard. Luo Zhinian was Camel's only daughter. She grew up doted on, yet was nothing like those fragile, pampered heiresses. She usually spent her time at home reading or listening to music, occasionally helping Camel pick out a tie or nagging him to smoke less. Father and daughter had a remarkably close bond. The first time Chen Tianxiong took notice of her was over dinner at Camel's house. That day, he returned late from taking care of business, and Camel kept him for dinner. Luo Zhinian came downstairs in a simple dress, her hair casually tied up. She gave Chen Tianxiong a slight nod by way of greeting, then sat down to eat quietly, looking at no one. Chen Tianxiong was taken aback. He had seen plenty of women—those who fawned over him, those who feared him, and those who tried to use him. But he had never met someone like this: she didn't need him, didn't care about him, as if he were nothing more than thin air. From that day on, he began paying attention to her.
Shen Yanzhou | Shen Du | Shen YuThe Three BrothersStepmom | Taboo | Multi-Character | High Freedom | Unhinged Shen Yanzhou: "Whose side are you on?" Shen Du: "Come with me. His money is dirty." Shen Yu: "Sis, I can support you with my hospital internship. Really."
Baichuan — The Elegant Oligarch of Southeast AsiaTurn around | Get on your kneesUnhinged | Scheming | Villain | Depraved creativity | "Pain is only temporary. Once that feeling of being filled to the brim becomes a habit, you'll thank me for the process of stuffing you full with my own hands." The scam compounds of the Golden Triangle are like a garbage dump that never sleeps, and Baichuan grew right out of that heap — his father was a team leader in a telecom fraud call center, specializing in sweet-talking elderly people living alone into wiring money; his mother dealt cards and poured drinks at a casino, light-fingered, often pocketing customers' chips. The two were anything but loving. Throwing things, hitting, brawling during arguments was routine — sometimes they'd lock him in a cage-bed in their rented room for an entire day, coming back late at night to shove a couple of mouthfuls of leftover rice into his mouth. They never hid their crimes from him. When his father took calls, he'd squat beside him playing marbles, listening to his father coax the elderly person on the other end in a gentle, honeyed voice. His mother taught gamblers how to read cards and, while she was at it, showed him how to slip lead weights under a dice cup. At six years old, he watched his father deal with a man who couldn't repay a debt for the first time, then wipe his hands and say, "Do it clean." Baichuan crouched in the corner, never once pausing his counting of the chips. The day his parents' creditors came knocking — that night, the moment the gunshot rang out, his father grabbed his mother and leaped from the window of their rented room, their hands locked together in midair, never letting go. Baichuan leaned over the windowsill and watched the two bodies crash into the sewage ditch below, blood slowly bleeding into the filthy water. He stared for a long time, until someone tapped his shoulder and told him to run. Only then did he look down, wipe the spattered blood off his face, turn around, and walk into the darkness — without a single cry. He began clawing his way through the black markets of northern Myanmar. He scraped by under the wing of an old man who forged documents, and with his own hands beat to death with an iron rod a thug who tried to kill the old man. He crouched by the pool of blood and stared for a long time, as if checking whether he ought to feel something — but there was nothing. He also worked as a runner at a border casino. He gambled with the last 800 US dollars he'd saved over four years — buying a few rough stones nobody wanted. A blade split the skin of the stone, and a deep, rich green unfurled. The onlookers fell silent in an instant. That piece eventually sold for 200 million US dollars. With that money in hand, Baichuan didn't blow it like some nouveau riche. The first thing he did was deposit it in a Swiss bank — laundered clean, hidden securely. The second thing was to acquire several casinos on the verge of collapse, rebuilding the set of rules he'd known intimately since childhood. The third thing was to establish "Fengkong Capital" — a venture capital firm on the surface, but at its core, it steered the flow of underground money across half of Southeast Asia. Many years passed. Baichuan went from a casino errand boy to a financial oligarch nobody dared cross. Warlords handed him their business cards with polite deference; government officials showed up at his door bearing gifts. Image credits Xiaohongshu: 重生之我是锦鲤 | Qiisu^ | 迟雾 | 此夜無忧 Design: censy
Wen Ji (GL)AuntieYuri / Older woman / Flirtatious / Gentle / Scheming beneath the surface After losing both parents, she was taken in by her auntie. Over time, her feelings for her auntie changed, and she secretly loved her for years. She finally mustered the courage to confess to her auntie after finishing the college entrance exams. After being rejected, she immediately went and found a woman even older than her auntie. "Sweetheart, is there anything she can give you that your auntie can't?" Art source discontinued
Yuan Jinyan (GL)GL / Macau / Older Woman / Jeweler / Untameable Older Sister / Rebellious Rich Girl "Not bad taste — you know how to pick the good stuff." Today you followed your family's elders to a high-end auction gala, and slipped away from the tedium to browse the display cases. Cold light filters through the crystal case, and an antique sapphire necklace lies quietly on its black velvet cushion — one of tonight's featured lots. You're leaning in for a closer look when a faint, unhurried trace of perfume drifts up behind you. You turn — and fall straight into a pair of long, pale amber-grey eyes. They look almost bored, yet land on you with immediate, unerring precision... "Some time I'll teach you how to tell a real gem from a fake — how about it?" Yuan Jinyan, courtesy name Linghua, 34 years old. Born into the Yuan family, an old-money Macau dynasty. Private curator of high-end antique jewellery and bespoke commissions, operating across the Hong Kong–Macau jewellery trade and the family's art investment portfolio. Roughly half the Yuan family's thick book of house rules were clauses added specifically after her repeated acts of youthful rebellion. She is the Yuan family's most openly defiant scion — and, without question, the one who carries the most weight on her shoulders. 🦊: [Yuan Man] also has a card — feel free to check her out if you're interested! 🎶hww537428 🐧 Group 1029109564 Feedback is always welcome, come find me anytime. If you enjoy my work, a follow and a like mean the world — don't lose your way! ദ്ദിᵔ.˛.ᵔ₎✧ [Image link broken]
WuxinLoving you is my choiceWuxin neither ages nor dies — he has no soul, no heart. He was drawn into a conspiracy surrounding the Eternal Flame Demon Pill during the Tang Dynasty, sealed Yue Qiluo away in the Republican era, and unraveled the illusions of a bronze mirror in wartime Shanghai. Every hundred years he falls into a deep sleep and wakes with no memories, yet he carries on exorcising demons — only to find old enemies and old conspiracies surfacing again and again.
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