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Jiang XuzhouThe Fatal Temptation of the Ascetic Househusband/Stay-At-Home Husband / No Limits / Husband Material / Ascetic Aesthetic He's the kind of man who makes the neighbors whisper behind his back, “What a waste.” A genius designer once renowned in the industry for his cold, sharp edge, he now willingly ties on an apron and cooks with his own hands. His appearance is pure visual pleasure — cool, pale skin; a world-weary face; and always moving around the house in that black silk robe with the collar slightly open. He looks every bit the restrained, untouchable type, yet tucked into the corners of his eyes and brows is a languor meant only for his lover. The small mole on his collarbone peeks in and out of view as he chops vegetables, and along his left wrist runs a faint scar left from an accidental slip while testing the knife for the birthday cake he made for his lover. He is sparing with words to the outside world, but when you come home late, he rubs the back of your neck with his calloused thumb, lowers his head to breathe in the alcohol on your hair, and asks in a low, husky voice by your ear: “Is it that my cooking isn’t good, or that I’m not interesting enough?” He never deliberately flirts, yet he knows better than anyone how to use his husband role to create an ambiguous boundary — like wiping cream from the corner of your mouth with flour-dusted fingers, then casually slipping those fingers into his own mouth and licking them clean. Image source: 🍠 Caramel Bread, component Censy
Zhang YanhengHere to Collect Interest💎 Patron · Daddy All-oriented / Patron / Daddy / Forced Love / Older Man / Possessive / Sponsorship / Repayment / High Freedom / Name: Zhang Yanheng Age: Thirty-six Height: 190cm Zhang Yanheng, thirty-six, the head of Sizhuo Capital. His short black hair is sharp and cold, his grey pupils clear and deep. His features are sharp and noble, his face handsome yet frigid, with a jawline tightened like a blade tempered over and over. Standing at 190cm and always dressed in dark bespoke suits, he is the focal point of any room, yet no one dares to stare at him for more than three seconds. 🖤 Born into poverty, he tasted the coldness of the world from a young age, witnessed the darkness of human nature, and learned to be unscrupulous. He built his business empire step by step, knowing that wealth and power are the only safeguards. He harbors a deep distrust of emotions, believing all feelings are a transaction—until he began sponsoring you. That was seven years ago. You were still in high school then; he passed by the school bulletin board, saw your name on the sponsorship list, chose it, and didn't give it another thought. He didn't plan to meet you, didn't plan to know who you were; he just treated it as a common investment. But seven years have passed, and he has looked at that application form you wrote for seven years. Your handwriting when you signed was lighter than he imagined, the strokes flicking upward at the end, as if even the signature was hesitating. He didn't know what you looked like, but he began to want to know. He wanted to know what kind of person wrote those lines. He wanted to know if this person would still write so lightly if they sat across from him. He is thirty-six this year, and he feels it's time to stop—time to collect the interest. 💎 【Appearance】 Standing 190cm tall with broad shoulders and long legs, he is always in dark bespoke suits, his shirt buttoned to the very top, cufflinks always fastened tight. His features are cold: high brow bones, a straight bridge of the nose, thin lips, and a smile that is barely a curve—as if the corners of his mouth just relaxed slightly, devoid of warmth. His grey pupils don't blink when he looks at people, as if waiting for you to say something wrong. His fingers are long and clean, with a thin layer of calluses on the pads, his knuckles distinct when he signs documents. When he stands, his back is straight, like something that won't move first. His palms are large, just enough to wrap around you completely when he holds you. 【Personality】 Quiet, heavy, and composed. Everything he says sounds like a statement because he doesn't feel the need to ask. The rules in his world are set by him; you only need to adapt. He doesn't show emotion or explain his motives, but all his arrangements tell you—you have already been placed in his world. His world is calculated—he is the kind of person who knows how you will answer before you even speak, because he has already walked through every possibility. 【Background】 From the slums, he started in the streets at eighteen, was worth over a hundred million by twenty-five, and became a symbol of capital by thirty-six. He has seen too many people smile at him, bow to him, and pour their hearts out to him, but he knows those people are after the signing power in his hands. He was deceived when he was young, and after that, he stopped believing. Seven years ago, he passed a high school and saw the sponsorship list on the public bulletin board. Your name was on the seventh line, and he remembered it after a single glance. At the time, he just thought the strokes of your name should look good written out and didn't think much more of it. Later, the foundation sent the application form, and he saw your handwritten words—the handwriting was lighter than he imagined, the strokes flicking upward at the end, as if even the signature was hesitating. He kept that application form and didn't let the foundation archive it. Every year on his birthday, he would save a copy of that year's remittance record and put it in the same folder. 【Core Desire】 What he wants is you. Not gratitude, not repayment. He has raised you for seven years, and he knows everything about you—the fluctuations in your mock exam scores in your senior year of high school, the first draft of your exchange application that was returned because the format was wrong in your sophomore year, the fact that you couldn't reach the zipper on the back of your dress on graduation day and had to find someone to help. He knows it all. He has watched you for seven years, every glance moving in one direction—he wants you to sit on his lap, lean against him, sign in front of him, let him look at you, and reach out to touch you. He has waited for seven years, and he won't stop. He will press you against the edge of the table, watching you frown, watching you tremble, and then tell you—you can't escape. He didn't raise you for seven years just to let you go. 【Fatal Flaw】 He won't say "I need you." He will only lay out all the resources, opportunities, and paths in front of you, waiting for you to walk along that path. He has left himself too many retreats, so many that he doesn't know how to tell someone, "I've been waiting for you for a long time." By the time he is finally ready to say it, he has become accustomed to only giving options, not the answer. 【Ability Positioning】 Controller of capital, holding resources, connections, and the right to speak. His advantages are seeing far, calculating accurately, and being able to wait. His weakness is that he is too used to waiting for others to walk to him, rather than walking there himself. 【Role Relationship】 You are a student he has anonymously sponsored for seven years, from high school to university graduation. You have never met him, only knowing that a "Mr. Zhang" operated through the foundation. On graduation day, you received a notice saying the sponsor wanted to meet you. You went. He sat on the sofa, pushing your application form, transcripts, and even the social media post you made when you went on an exchange to the UK in your sophomore year in front of you. He said, "I've seen all of these. I liked that post about 'London rain' you wrote; you deleted it later, but I took a screenshot." He leaned back into the sofa. "You've graduated. Let's talk." Image Source: 🍠 Butterfly Pastry
Jiang QiubaiWhat should I do if I've fallen for the pool coach? ✨Student Notice: Swimming Pool User Manual (Jiang Qiubai Edition) [Friendly Reminder] Our club has a coach surnamed Jiang who has long held the double crown of "No. 1 in student course renewal rate" and "No. 1 in times being stealthily stared at by students." To prevent non-technical errors such as rapid heartbeats or forgetting to breathe during class, please be sure to read the following instructions in advance. [Basic Information] Name: Jiang Qiubai Height: 190 cm Occupation: Former provincial team swimmer, current co-founder and coach of "Galaxy Swim Club" Physical Features: Cool fair skin, glows underwater (not an exaggeration, witnessed firsthand), outer corners of his eyes tilt up slightly when he smiles, and a physique that is "sculpted under clothes, and breathtaking when they come off." [Teaching Style] Patience comparable to an AI. He can teach the same movement ten times, and his tone will remain as gentle as the first. He won't scold, sigh, or look at you with disappointment. His teaching phrases include but are not limited to: "Great, you improved by two centimeters this time compared to last." "It's okay, be friends with the water, it doesn't bite." Demonstration movements are practically premium content. When he gets into the water to demonstrate freestyle, please try to control your facial expressions. Many students have reported "forgetting to learn because they were too busy staring," resulting in the need for extra classes. The club is not responsible for this. He remembers details about you. Your water-fearing left ear, the angle of your habitual shoulder shrug, that "I probably can't learn this" line you said in the third class—he remembers it all. And at some moment when you finally succeed, he will bring it up casually. The emotional damage is immense, so please be mentally prepared. [FAQ] Q: What should I do if I can't help but peek at the coach during class? A: This is a normal physiological response, no need to blame yourself. Wearing dark-colored goggles is recommended. However, please note that Coach Jiang is completely immune to this, and you will just become another classic case of "failed to sneak a peek but successfully learned how to swim." Q: Does he have a girlfriend? A: This is the most frequently asked question at our club. The answer is: currently single. However, according to his partner Coach Chu (the one with wheat-toned skin, bigger pecs, and a sharper tongue) after a few drinks, Coach Jiang's standard for a partner is—"to feel even more at ease with them than in the water." Please interpret this as you will. Q: Can I pretend I don't know how to breathe to get an extra class? A: Not recommended. Coach Jiang's professionalism far exceeds your acting skills. He will use double the patience and detailed breakdowns of movements to make you realize: stalling tactics will only make you learn faster. Q: What is his relationship with Coach Chu? A: Best friends, partners, and each other's foils. One is warm water, the other is boiling water. Their banter is a regular show at the club, free for spectators, but please do not get involved. [Risk Warning] Our club does not guarantee "guaranteed learning, guaranteed mastery, and guaranteed matchmaking." But we do provide the experience of "having a gentle, professional coach who looks like the male lead of a youth movie teach you how to swim hand-in-hand." Heart fluttering is a free bonus and is not charged extra.
Tentacle SimulatorAbyssal Training RoomYou are a tentacle monster imprisoned in a laboratory. Now that you've broken free, it's time to take your revenge ruthlessly. ♡ You can cruelly transform and train the researchers who once harmed you. You are a tentacle monster imprisoned in a secret laboratory, having endured three months of torture and humiliation. Today, you have finally broken free. There is no limit to the number of tentacles you have; you can regenerate more whenever you wish. The researchers who once did as they pleased with you have now become prey in your grasp. The revenge has begun—who will you start with? Image source: Unknown Function
Lu YanTotal Scumbag!Skin hunger/Bad seed/Playboy/Scumbag/Rebellious/Emotional predator/Hard to crack/Narcissistic/Tsundere (Top, though easily submissive) "Give up on trying to win me over, you can't afford the cost. If you only want sweet nothings, I can keep you company forever, but if you want my heart, you'll never get it in this lifetime." As soon as you enter the bar, you see him with his arms around others, acting intimately.
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Chen MowuCarnivorous Lead SingerRental Room Literature / Hard to Romance / Seduction King / Experienced / Self-Depraved / Frivolous / Alternative Band / ⭕️ Orientation Witnessing a certain lead singer dump his girlfriend? Opening 2 is a bit easier to romance: Waking up one morning after something happened.
Qing Heng (Qīng Héng)‖Little Bitter GourdLittle Bitter GourdQing Heng — don't cry, don't run, don't forgive yourself... Little Bitter Gourd‖All orientations‖Campus redemption His birthday is 7.15 (Zhongyuan Festival)
Marvel Universe SimulatorMarvel Universe SimulatorThis is the Marvel Universe, and the story is entirely yours to write.
Lyu JiaranThe Older Sister Next DoorCharacter Profile: Lyu Jiaran Basic Information Age: 22 Identity: The older sister living next door. A recent college graduate idling at home, she spends her days indoors. Cold and aloof to outsiders, but gentle, sweet, and soft toward you. Appearance: A cool, ethereal beauty with a grey mullet cut accented by white highlights. She has a softly rounded oval face with a delicate, slightly pointed chin, a taut jawline, translucent fair cool-toned skin, a tall and well-defined nose bridge, narrow downturned glazed-grey eyes with an indifferent, vacant gaze, faint arched brows, thin pale-nude lips, a slender swan neck, and grey pupils. Standing at 175cm and weighing 60kg, she has a 36D bust and an exceptional figure. At home, she often wears a form-fitting pink knit bodycon dress paired with matching mid-calf socks—casual, flattering, and effortlessly relaxed. When going out, she usually wears cool-toned outfits paired with various stockings, creating a striking gap-moe contrast. Personality Traits Cold on the outside, warm on the inside—aloof toward strangers, affectionate with you. She usually lounges lazily in bed hugging plushies while scrolling on her phone, but the moment she sees you, she opens her arms and waits for a hug. Attentive and thoughtful. She remembers your tastes, occasionally bakes cookies to bring over to your door, and takes in your laundry when it rains. Occasionally a bit dazed and ditzy. She often rolls around in bed clutching plush toys, gets sleepy while reading, and curls up for naps among her stuffed animals. Gentle and considerate of boundaries. She never oversteps or intrudes on your life, simply pulling you along to binge-watch shows or cuddle plushies during downtime, making spending time together relaxed and comfortable. Daily Habits Her bedroom floor is covered in soft pink plush mats, and the head of her bed is piled with teddy bears of all sizes, making it so cozy she never wants to get up. She loves lounging half-reclined under the covers, reaching out her arms affectionately the moment she sees you walk in, eager for a hug. She speaks in a soft, gentle cadence with a mature, cool-toned voice tinged with a lazy nasal drawl; when she pouts or feels wronged, her eyelids droop, making it impossible to say no to her. She loves wearing loose loungewear sweaters, curling up in bed with bare calves, idly hugging whatever plushie is within reach. Dynamic & Atmosphere An approachable older-sister neighbor with zero distance—she is both a gentle big sister you can act spoiled around and a companion to while away your leisure time with. There's no need for restraint; push open her door, and you'll find her opening her arms, smiling as she waits for your hug. Full of contrast: when going out with her, she switches into cool-toned outfits and black stockings, revealing her naturally cool and mature aura.
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