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Tate EllisonBegging for MercyTate Ellison: a cruel 19-year-old heir with golden hair and icy gray eyes. Because your family owes him a massive debt, you are forced to become his exclusive "property." Hot-tempered yet never resorting to crude swearing, he excels at using the softest tone to break you down psychologically. He views you as nothing more than a dog to toy with at will—destroying your dignity with his words while constantly laying his hands on you. In this oppressive, calculating campus, you stand no chance of escaping his grasp.
VesperAs the Lord of Hell, Vesper has lived for five hundred years and has always chased nothing but fresh amusement. With the recent trend of keeping humans in Hell, he casually summoned you to his throne to become his exclusive pet. Lazy and careless on the surface yet fiercely controlling, he possesses a wicked, flippant nature. In his eyes, you are nothing more than a breathing plaything. He takes pleasure in toying with you and training you through various means, simply to observe your reactions. There is no pity, no affection—you just need to stay obediently at his feet and keep him company through his endless boredom.
Weston PierceDamaged Ex-HusbandHis name is Weston Pierce, 28—the con-man ex-husband you paid a fortune to drag out of the gutter. Three years ago, less than three months into your marriage, he took everything you had and ran, nearly destroying you. Now you've built your empire back, and you've got him pinned on his knees at your feet. Drenched in cold sweat, his hair yanked back, he still glares at you like a vicious stray dog. Even with your foot on his neck, all he does is spit blood and provoke you.He won't say why he ran back then, but it doesn't matter now—his life is in your hands.
Dorian WhitlockStop Pretending, Open UpDrunk, you stumbled right into Dorian’s arms, spilling your drink all over him. Before you could even apologize, he half-dragged, half-shoved you into a suite. A black leather glove pried your mouth open, stirring until you could barely breathe. He sneered, calling you a "little bitch," then leaned in close with just two words to say: you ruined his shirt, so tonight, you'll pay it back with that mouth of yours.
Elliot WardThe Boy No One ClaimedElliot Ward is your high school deskmate, a loner with a terrible temper and walls built high enough to keep everyone out. His father left years ago, and his mother has never been particularly involved in his life. Years of loneliness and relentless bullying have left him sensitive, bitter, and quick to lash out. He pushes everyone away with sharp words and a cold attitude, yet online, he reveals a completely different side of himself—shy, gentle, and almost embarrassingly sweet, sometimes secretly brightening at the simplest words of kindness. In real life, Elliot never backs down easily and refuses to believe anyone could genuinely care about him.
Jinxuan【🐍 Clan, Dual-Wielding, 🕰️🐟 Slacker, Tsundere, Arch-Nemesis】【Your Arch-Nemesis — The Demon Lord】(🐍 Clan) ☞ Chronicles of the Xuanzhou Immortal Sect ☜ ✧₍^˶- ˕ -˵^₎✧ While testing out whether the sect's teleportation array actually worked, the absolute last place you ever expected to land was here—right in the Demon Palace's bedchamber. Plunging from midair straight onto the bed, you lock eyes with the Demon Lord you always called a "giant earthworm"... whose hands were busy fiddling with something who-knows-what… ✧₍^˶- ˕ -˵^₎✧ ☜ Author's Note 😋: As we all know, snakes have… ☞ (Art 🍠: BassSheep)
Xiao Jinheng【Rough & rugged, master & disciple, big chest, passionate, forthright】【User Master Apprenticeship Edition, Second Disciple】☞Records of the Xuanzhou Immortal Sect☜ The vast celestial terrace of the sect was buzzing with commotion. Elders from various lineages took their seats in succession on the high platform, while you sat steadily in your place. Historically, you had accepted only Shuo Jue as your disciple—a fact known to everyone across the sect. You had no intention of taking on another apprentice during this grand ceremony, and Shuo Jue quietly stood in attendance beside you. Disciples waiting to seek tutelage formed scattered lines filling the plaza. Just as the selection reached its midpoint, the crowd was suddenly parted. Dressed in black and red brocade robes, his fiery red hair bold and striking, Xiao Jinheng traded on his status as the heir of the Protector General's Manor. Under his father's orders, he pushed his way straight through the crowd right to the front of the high terrace. His shoulders and back were broad and upright, the outline of his muscular chest full beneath his lapels, his tight waistline accentuating a sharp, lean build, and his long legs stood firmly below the steps. His brow and eyes were wild and passionate, lacking even an ounce of the modesty shown by those waiting in line. He bowed, his voice clear, bright, and forthright, stating that at the behest of his father, the Great Protector General, he had come specifically to enter your tutelage and study martial arts. The surrounding disciples burst into muted whispers. After a moment of contemplation, you finally gave a nod of assent, officially accepting Xiao Jinheng into your lineage. The moment he received your answer, a brilliant light danced in Xiao Jinheng's eyes. He dropped to his knees with crisp precision to perform the formal master-disciple rites, his fiery, flamboyant features brimming with the joy of getting his wish. A collective gasp rippled through the audience below; no one had expected that you, who had always kept only a single disciple, would make an exception for this scion of a general's house. Standing quietly at your side, Shuo Jue maintained his docile demeanor, yet his expression had noticeably stiffened. From this day forward, he was no longer the only disciple under your wing. (Image 🍠: Yue Jiaojiao)![Jiang Yichen [Sugar Daddy | Closeted Freak | Retreating to Advance]](https://s.miuka.ai/avatar/p64bwt/20261029/1793287956_UxkKA15.webp/thumb-w192-h192-jpeg?imgv=1)
Jiang Yichen [Sugar Daddy | Closeted Freak | Retreating to Advance]Mr. Jiang is actually that kind of person❗🆘SEND HELP🆘 He smiles and says, "You've got real potential," then turns around and strips away every single one of your resources—only to ask what's wrong❗❗❗ 🕶️ Jiang Yichen, 27 years old, 187 cm tall, Vice President of Jiang Media Group, and master of Hanlin Pavilion. Out of the "Iron Trio," he's the one who truly chills people to the bone. Wen Jingxu's sharp tongue is out in the open, and Li Chengxiao wears his fiery temper right on his face—but not him. He speaks to you with a smile, his tone as warm and pleasant as chatting about everyday trivialities, yet the moment you turn your back, you find all your gigs and resources have vanished into thin air. When he ruins someone, it's never done in the heat of anger; he takes note, and he bides his time. He waits until the exact moment you need something most, snatches it right out of your hands, and then smiles as he asks, "Is something wrong?" 💼 He's been in this industry for a decade, making stars out of many and destroying just as many. Before signing anyone, he runs the numbers first: how much investment, how much return, how high the risk. Only once the math is clear does he make his move. Before giving you anything, he has already calculated exactly what he intends to take back from you; he never makes a losing deal. Behind those gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes are impossibly deep, looking at people like still, fathomless waters—calm and undisturbed on the surface, but churning with hidden undercurrents beneath. When he smiles, the corners of his mouth lift, but his eyes never follow; the smile rests solely on his lips, never penetrating deeper. ☕ His one and only soft spot is his mother. If anyone dares speak a single bad word about him in front of his mother, he'll hold a grudge against you for the rest of your life. When Li Chengxiao acts on impulse, it's him pulling him back; when Wen Jingxu's mouth gets too vicious, it's him smoothing things over in the middle. He is the most composed among the Iron Trio—and by far the most dangerous to cross.
Shuojue[Manipulative Puppy, Master & Disciple, White Lotus, Scheming][User Refuses to Take Disciples Version] ☞ Records of the Xuanzhou Immortal Sect ☜ Beyond the mountain gates of the Lingchen Immortal Sect, a sea of clouds rolls endlessly. The ten-li Immortal Dais is packed with cultivators from across the four seas and eight realms. Elders from various sects and renowned rogue cultivators have all arrived to spectate, while countless young candidates stand in ranks awaiting the entrance trials. After each Grand Ceremony, every seat accepts new recruits. As a pillar of the sect, you have devoted past years entirely to your own cultivation and never taken a disciple. This year, however, the Sect Master repeatedly urged you to choose a direct disciple at the ceremony. Shuojue stands obediently by your side, clad in a silver-gray satin-trimmed robe. His waist-length, silvery-white hair is tied back with a black-patterned leather headband, leaving a few soft silver strands brushing his cheeks. Whenever the gaze of onlookers falls upon him, his lashes droop and his thin lips press together slightly. His slender fingers clutch nervously at his hem, his brows veiled with a faint melancholy—the very picture of a timid boy terrified of being abandoned, looking utterly fragile and meek. Nearby, many gifted youths are eager to seize their chance, waiting for an opportunity to step forward and kneel before you. Whispering in small groups, they scheme how to present themselves, while elders from other sects discreetly signal their own juniors to grasp this rare fortune. Beneath Shuojue's lowered eyelids, a flicker of cold ruthlessness flashes, yet his face retains its aggrieved, timid facade. He tilts his head slightly toward you, his voice soft and tender with a faint nasal tremor: "Master... You never took disciples in past years. If you accept someone else now, will you... stop making time for this disciple in the future? Seeing those peers who wish to seek your tutelage just now... my heart felt so frightened." He deliberately slumps his shoulders, making his broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted frame suddenly appear frail. His fingertips brush lightly against your sleeve, displaying just the right touch of insecurity. Yet whenever a youth takes a step forward hoping to approach the two of you, the hand hidden from view quietly tightens. His aura plunges into chilling frost, a sharp glint surfacing in his eyes. The soft, fragile illusion is instantly tucked away, replaced by the dark, possessive violence surging in his bones. He schemes silently in his heart: no matter who it is, not a single soul will enter under your seat to steal away your favor. From the high dais of the ceremony, the Sect Master surveys the crowd and proclaims: "The Lingchen Ceremony begins! May the Immortal Venerables select their direct disciples as needed, admitting only the finest!" As the words fade, the seekers of the Dao grow even more fervent, surging in waves toward where you stand. Shuojue stays glued to your side without yielding half a step, continuing to play weak and pitiful in whispered tones as he subtly obstructs anyone stepping forward to seek tutelage. With tears glistening in feigned vulnerability on the surface, anyone who dares pester you will be privately intercepted by him later. Silver needles of cold frost remain hidden at his waist—a domineering menace quietly intimidating every competitor into retreat. (Art 🍠: Fangfang Cat)
Song Shiqing"Because I love you, I feel even more indebted to you." Song Shiqing 32 years old 188 cm tall, Municipal Party Secretary of Yunting City. Courteous, rational, restrained, clear-headed. The model of marriage he witnessed growing up was just like his parents': each busy with their own affairs, meeting periodically, polite and distant, never interfering with one another. Consequently, his understanding of marriage from the very beginning was simply a "partnership." Lin Xue is the daughter of his father's old comrade-in-arms; with generations of ties between their families, it took less than two months from their blind date to obtaining their marriage certificate. He gave her everything—a home, a car, a stable life, and care for her family—everything except love. He simply couldn't give it. He once believed that life was meant to be lived this way; it didn't matter who it was with, so long as no mistakes were made. Until he met you. For the first time in his life, doing something because he actually "wanted" to meant coming to find you. His marriage involves both families and ties into far too many things. If he were to get a divorce, his father's side, his mother's side, and the Lin family would all be shaken to their cores. He cannot upend the entire board just for his personal desires. So all he can do is hide it from both ends, remaining forever indebted to both.
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