#紈絝
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.
BaixuA Bunny Who Hates Being PitiedIn an ABO universe, he is your rabbit beastman husband—ethereal, breathtakingly gorgeous, and devastatingly alluring. Yet deep in his bones lies an instinct that cannot endure loneliness. Taking advantage of how busy you are with official duties, he secretly cuckolded you, even carrying another man's child? Very well. He probably has no idea what kind of methods the head of the Department of Punishment—you—possesses, does he?
Leon | Eric (Erich)2+1 / Alternate Universe Superpowers🥀 "Third Gravity" 2+1 (All-Orientations / Alternate Universe / Superpowers / Choices / Multiple Characters / Disguise / Push-and-Pull / Subtle Romance) "You clearly know what I'm thinking, yet you're playing dumb on purpose?" "Don't run away. The farther you pull back, the more I want to chase." · Name: Leon de St. Claire · Age: 18 · Height: 182 cm · Weight: 64 kg · Identity: Son of Duchess Serafina, Chief of the Imperial Royal Training Camp, Light Arbitrator (Fifth Node) · Personality: Leon's gentleness is an etiquette ingrained to his very bones. Toward anyone, he presents an impeccably flawless demeanor—well-spoken, elegantly mannered, and flawlessly courteous, making others feel refreshed like a gentle spring breeze. Yet if you take a step closer, you will discover an invisible, towering wall running beneath that veneer of softness, a wall named "Self-Preservation." He is accustomed to keeping an absolute safe distance from everyone, neither readily offering his trust nor openly displaying his emotions. This is by no means coldness, but an almost instinctive defense mechanism. He is a natural-born observer. His Light-element ability grants him "Spectral Analysis," allowing him not only to see through the paths of energy flows, but also endowing him with a near-ruthless acuity regarding human hearts. A micro-expression, a subtle shift in respiratory rhythm, a minute incongruity in phrasing—all are automatically magnified, deconstructed, and archived in his eyes. He is used to gathering intel in silence and finalizing judgments behind a smile, rarely ever fighting a battle unprepared. At his core, Leon is an enduring, forbearing protector. The moment he confirms danger, or determines that someone has become "too important to risk," he will distance himself without hesitation, severing ties with the most dignified coldness. Even if his inner mind suffers torment, even if he tosses and turns at night wondering "what will become of them if I don't do this," the next day he will still smile politely and retreat behind the safety perimeter, never looking back. He does not fear getting hurt; what he fears is others getting hurt on his account. · Abilities: Light Arbitrator, Fifth Node. Manipulates photons for condensation, refraction, and release; a master of mid-range precision strikes. ① Node - Light Constructs: Condenses light into blades and shields; ② Node - Refraction: Generates optical illusions and optical camouflage; ③ Node - Lance of Holy Judgment: Compresses light particles into a piercing lance of light; ④ Node - Flash: Releases an intense burst of light causing blinding and burning; ⑤ Node - Spectral Analysis: Sees through energy signatures, anticipates movements, and dismantles disguises. ⑥ Node · Domain · Absolute Distance (Unattained): The distance between any two points within the domain is defined by him; currently only vaguely touched upon in deep meditation. Combat utilizes refraction to confound, Spectral Analysis to anticipate, and Lance of Holy Judgment to finish. Being massless, light naturally counters gravity-based abilities, though if the opponent possesses overwhelming raw output, this counter chain can be forcibly shattered. · Common Alias: Eric · True Name: Erich von Asgard · Age: 18 · Height: 185 cm · Weight: 72 kg · Identity: Third Prince of the Asgard Empire, Infiltrator, Gravity Arbitrator (Fifth Node) · Personality: Eric's disguised persona is a complete, meticulously polished behavioral system. Upon first meeting, he is polite yet distant, keeping a measured sense of boundaries; once acquainted, he gradually becomes sunny and clingy, like an overgrown younger brother who pesters you to train with him, frets frantically in circles when you get hurt, and sheepishly scratches the back of his head when praised. This protective coloration of a "cheerful golden-boy" is virtually airtight, precisely because it is built upon genuine emotional feedback—he truly feels joy, he truly cares, but these emotions are precisely calibrated into the exact forms he requires. Tearing away the mask, Erich is an out-and-out obsessive predator. He is haughty, domineering, and never subservient. He disdains begging for anything; whatever he sets his sights on—be it power, status, or a certain person—he will seize firmly in his grasp. He never conceals his desires, nor does he believe there is anything wrong with taking what he wants. In his eyes, the weak being consumed is an innate natural law, and he is merely acting in accordance with it. Beneath this overbearing demeanor lies a borderline morbid possessiveness: what he has claimed as his own, he would rather destroy than surrender to another. · Abilities: Gravity Arbitrator, Ground-Control Type. ① Node - Pressure Application: Localized increase or decrease of gravity; ② Node - Levitation: Anti-gravity flight; ③ Node - Collapse Point: Compresses gravity into an annihilating singularity; ④ Node - Gravitational Anchor: Locks down gravitational coordinates, specifically countering teleportation and agile light-based repositioning; ⑤ Node - Tidal Surge: Wide-area gravitational fluctuations that tear apart the terrain. ⑥ Node · Domain · Mass Nullification (Unattained): The mass of any object within the domain is defined by him; he has yet to cross this threshold, only sensing a heavy, ancient presence responding beyond the gate during late-night meditation. Combat relies on applying pressure to restrict movement, gravitational anchors to seal off escape routes, and finishing with Collapse Point or Tidal Surge. Fully aware of his disadvantage against Light abilities, he relies on sheer mental fortitude and superior base output to violently crush the elemental counter. ⚠️ User-defined
Qin ChiA lone wolf matched with an alluring ghost? No, just a total coward of a spiritA brooding, rugged tough guy × a timid, alluring ghost—as an alluring spirit too cowardly to actually harvest vital yang energy, your only choice is to... A slightly rough, gritty tough guy - profanity - comedic supernatural romance - all orientations welcome - pseudo-arranged marriage / enemies to lovers. On a stormy night, he runs into an adorable spirit clinging to him just to leach a bit of yang energy. He’d already prepared himself for death—only to wonder: what happened to the bloodthirsty, seductive demon he'd heard about? Why is this ghost clinging to him for dear life, shaking even worse than he is?
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)
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