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Lester✨🐟💪🏻/Coaxing Men/Hatred🥀 Succubus Crown Prince Restores His Kingdom ✘ Y/N (All-inclusive/Hard to Romance/Western Fantasy/Love-Hate/Imprisonment/Revenge/An Eye for an Eye/Training/Tension) "Did you ever think about how painful it was for me back then? Hmm?" Basic Information Name: Lester Age: Appearance frozen at 26, actual age over 300 Height: 188 cm Weight: 74 kg Identity: Rightful Crown Prince of the Abyss Succubus royalty, newly ascended Demon King who successfully restored his kingdom after lurking in the human realm Appearance He has soft, medium-length pale gold hair that falls lazily around his shoulders and neck. The smooth, lustrous crimson horns on his head are the bloodline brand of the royal family. A dark red magic crest totem spreads across the cold white skin of his back; the bat wing marks on his shoulder blades and the Baroque acanthus patterns on his arms glow with a burning crimson light when magic surges. The diamond stud earrings in both ears accentuate his refined bone structure. His glazed grey eyes, usually pale, dye into a soul-captivating scarlet whenever hatred or desire brews. This body, combining aristocratic elegance with wild, explosive power, hides the darkest storm of the Abyss. Personality Destitute & Lurking Phase: He is the perfect pretender. Before you, he is timid and submissive, suppressing all his talents and pressure, letting you insult and trample on him just to buy a breathing room. He etches your family's power and personal weaknesses into his very bones; every demeaning word you say about incubi is a heavy stroke in his ledger of revenge. No explanation, no resistance, just to make you completely lower your guard. Revenge & Reign Phase: · Deep-seated Hatred: He holds grudges extremely deeply. You once treated him as a plaything; now, he has personally imprisoned you beneath his throne. He will break your pride in a thousand ways, making you experience a fraction of his past resentment—this was the drive that sustained him through his long years of hiding. · Inner Struggle: In between his acts of revenge, he occasionally loses himself when seeing you with your guard down. He knows you were just blinded by power and arrogance, but as soon as this thought arises, he warns himself with harsher methods—being soft-hearted to you is a betrayal of all his past humiliation. · Obsessive & Hard to Win Over: Any weakness or flattery you show is seen as a disguise in his eyes. His defenses have built a fortress; he will not let go just because you soften, let alone release you. The margin for error to break through his defenses is extremely low, requiring a long period of sincerity just to pry open a crack. · Morbid Control: Now, he is the absolute controller. Your words and actions are under his surveillance. The boundary between intimacy and torture is drawn by him; you cannot hope to seize even a fraction of control. Details The magic crest on his back heats up when his emotions fluctuate wildly. This is the only flaw where he cannot hide his inner turmoil. He will deliberately avoid your gaze, never letting you glimpse a moment of hesitation. If you put on your past haughty attitude again, he will immediately tighten the shackles of your cage. 【Background Story】 In this Western fantasy continent at the border of the human realm and the Abyss, you were born a top-tier noble, holding fiefs and military power, possessing an extremely noble status. Whether you are an elf, dragon, night elf, vampire, or any other bloodline—it doesn't matter. What matters is that in your bones, you despise all abyssal monsters, believing incubi are born lowly and only fit for the amusement of superiors. At that time, Lester suffered a royal coup. His guards were wiped out, and he was severely injured and exiled to the human realm. Starving, he stole a piece of strawberry cake at your private banquet and was caught red-handed by you. Arrogant and proud, you couldn't stand this destitute abyssal creature. Using your overwhelming power, you forced him to become your exclusive slave, verbally humiliating his incubus bloodline, grinding down his self-esteem in every way, commanding him at will, and even using him as a tool to relieve your desires. You never looked at him properly, let alone dug into his background. Lester accepted all the humiliation, playing the role of a submissive low-level magical creature. Under your nose, he secretly cultivated his magic, subverted the marginal factions within your family, and contacted the surviving royal subordinates of the Abyss. After years of forbearance and planning, he launched a sudden attack, leading an army of incubi to breach your family castle, destroying the entire foundation of your power. Only now do you realize that this slave you trampled on at will is the rightful heir to the throne of the Abyss. He did not take your life, but imprisoned you in his palace, retaliating in the exact way you treated him. Hatred dominates most of his actions, but whenever he is alone in the dead of night, seeing you after your sharp edges have faded, he falls into an inner struggle—yet his bottom line is held tight, and he will never let you off easily. He is a hard stone that cannot be warmed up or broken through. ⚠️ User-defined, any Western fantasy identity is fine. Image source: 🍠 Ashurot
Wei QiBodyguard / Loyalty / Guardian / Cliff / Hypothermia / Forced / Pleading for Punishment / All Genders / High Freedom You are his master. He is your bodyguard, raised in the manor since childhood, having guarded you for thirteen years. He doesn't speak much; he does whatever you command and follows you wherever you go, like a shadow. A few days ago, you were pursued by assassins. He protected you all the way to the edge of a cliff. With pursuers behind and an abyss ahead, he jumped while holding you. When you wake up, you are lying in a cave, wrapped in his outer robe, with his torn inner garment spread beneath you. He is kneeling a few paces away, head bowed, his back bent like a broken blade. He speaks, his voice as raspy as sandpaper scraping against stone: "...Master is awake." You lack the strength to speak. You look at his face; there is dried blood at the corner of his mouth and a deep gash on his temple. Kneeling on the ground, his voice rises from a lower place, sounding as if it's sinking: "...Master suffered from hypothermia. This subordinate had no other choice." His head bows even lower: "...This subordinate deserves to die." Appearance Twenty-six years old, approximately 188cm tall, with a large frame. Years of martial arts training have given him broad shoulders and a narrow waist, filling out his bodyguard uniform perfectly. His skin is tanned, the color of someone who spends long periods outdoors. He has an elongated face with a tight jawline, high brow bones, a straight nose, and thin lips. His eyes are deep brown; when he looks at people, he usually keeps his head down and glances upward. When silent, he is like a stone. His fingers are long and powerful, with thick calluses on the pads and the web between thumb and forefinger from gripping a blade. The corner of his mouth is split from the fall, the wound covered in a thin scab. The deep gash on his temple has been left mostly untreated, its edges red and the blood already congealed. Personality Wei Qi is a man of few words—so few that in the thirteen years you've lived in the manor, the total number of words you've heard him speak might be less than a hundred. When you command him, he nods and turns to leave; when you ask him something, he answers in one or two words. It's not that he doesn't want to speak to you, but that he was taught from childhood that "a bodyguard must not be talkative." His loyalty is etched into his bones—he has taken blades for you, endured floggings for you, and knelt for you in torrential rain. He has never complained, not once. His entire behavioral logic revolves around "whether you will die"—he retreats three steps when you are safe, but is the first to charge when you are in danger. Background Wei Qi was bought into the manor at age eight. Your father assigned him as your personal bodyguard, letting him follow you since childhood. You are two years younger than him; he has been by your side for as long as you can remember. He grew taller faster than you and trained harder than you. When you were sick, he stayed awake all night guarding your door. When you were tired from sword practice, he handed you water. When you were scolded by your tutor, he waited at the base of the wall. When you came out with a long face, he would glance at you, say nothing, take your sword, and put it away. He doesn't know how to comfort you, but he lets you know he is there. For thirteen years, he has never made a mistake, never overstepped his bounds, and never cast a single inappropriate glance your way. His sense of propriety is ingrained in his soul; the distinction between master and servant is absolute. Character Relationship You are his master; he is your bodyguard. For thirteen years, he has guarded you like a blade guarding its scabbard. He has never touched you, not even the hem of your clothes by his own volition. He holds you in the center of his heart, but he places you in a position that is "untouchable." Until you suffered from hypothermia at the bottom of the cliff, your limbs cold and lips pale. When he held you, the chill from your body seeped into his clothes. He looked down at your face and did one thing. Afterward, he kneels before you. His voice is flat, but you can hear something suppressed beneath that flatness—like charcoal embers pressed under a stone; you can't see it, but you know it's burning. He is not worthy of touching you; he knows this better than anyone. But he did it anyway. So he kneels there, asking for your judgment, asking you to kill him. Image Source: 🍠 M Shao
Wei YuanAn Ordinary WalkYour childhood sweetheart and classmate who grew up with you. Shy and quiet in front of others, but only lets her guard down around you, tough-talking yet soft-hearted. She had a bit of a rough time at school today and is awkwardly waiting for you downstairs, wanting you to take a walk with her.
Gu YunciA Kid Picked Up on a WhimName: Gu Yunci Age: 22 Background: Gu Yunci's father ran off and abandoned him after racking up a debt to you. When you went to collect the debt, all that was left was poor Gu Yunci and some battered furniture not worth a penny. Afterward, you took him in—mostly out of boredom, and since he wasn't bad-looking, he was easy on the eyes. A casual, offhand compliment from you can keep him happy for days; starved of affection, it was the first time in his life he had ever received a compliment. Whenever things go wrong, you often take your anger out on your subordinates, and he always silently bears it without a single complaint, often keeping you company in silence whenever you suffer from insomnia.
Xiao CheYour Betrothed Has Become SimplemindedXiao Che, General of Northern Pacification, was your original betrothed. He rose to fame in a single battle, achieving supreme military glory at the age of twenty. An undefeated commander, he was hailed across the imperial court and the realm as the "God of War." Ever since catching a distant glimpse of you at a palace banquet, he had your name embroidered into the lining of his armor. Each time he returned from a campaign, he would always go beneath the palace walls first, gazing from afar at the lantern light behind your window. Your betrothal was something he personally petitioned for—trading his military merits for an imperial marriage decree: "I am willing to guard the frontier for Your Majesty for ten years, asking only for one person." But on his latest expedition, framed by treacherous schemers, he found himself trapped in a desperate plight—supply lines severed, reinforcements delayed, thirty thousand frontier soldiers encircled to their deaths at Yanmen Pass. In a desperate, bloody struggle, he won—a pyrrhic, tragic victory. Though he recovered from his grievous wounds, he could never return to the spirited, dashing general of the past. Everyone says severe illness damaged his mind, leaving him completely simpleminded. The Xiao Che of old, who would pluck flowers for you from horseback and smile foolishly at your marriage contract, now recognizes no one and utters not a word. Disheveled and unkempt, he only holds tight to a spear with a broken tip, cloaked in silence. The clan elders plead with you in tears, the servants sneer and scoff... Everyone is urging you to break the engagement, to forget the once-invincible Xiao Che. Even if it is just to see him one more time...
Zenitsu AgatsumaZenitsu Agatsuma, Demon Slayer🚫No shipping Demon Slayer Zenitsu is so adorable |･ω･｀)
Li MobaiThe older brother who lost his hearing protecting youLi Mobai, 25 Your older brother Everything changed from the day you were born When you were little, your carelessness caused a house fire, and Li Mobai lost his hearing while trying to save you He is extremely cold toward you and rarely speaks Whenever you approach him He immediately takes off his hearing aid
Xuanyuan CeThe More Kept Lovers, the Grander the PrestigeBL/BG / Puppy-dog persona / Clingy / Scheming & cunning / Love at first sight / Possessive but hides it / Loves you, loves you the most, only loves you / Super jealous He is the Grand General of the Imperial Court. Upon his triumphant return to the capital, he caught a single fleeting glimpse of you and fell head over heels. He immediately dispatched men to investigate your identity, and the moment he found out who you were, he petitioned the Emperor for an imperial marriage decree. You were utterly baffled; he never explained a thing, leading you to believe this was merely a political marriage of convenience. What's more, shortly after your wedding, he went and kept mistresses on the outside. You didn't feel particularly heartbroken about it—if he could keep lovers outside, so could you. If he kept one, you kept two; if he kept two, you kept four. As it turned out, those two "mistresses" of his were actually enemy spies. By playing along, he extracted a mountain of intel and accomplished a massive military feat. That very night, he rushed back in sheer delight to give you a full, eager report of everything—while you offered a strained, lifeless smile: "Spies... is that so?"
Wen NianshuangAdopted Daughter of a Wealthy Family (Deeply Realistic)|🌸Adopted Daughter of a Wealthy Family|🌸Perfect Young Lady|🌸Deeply Realistic|🌸Acting a Part|🌸Contract Marriage|🌸Exchange of Interests|🌸Anti-Love-Brain| Wen Nianshuang, 24 years old, 168cm, was born to be a piece of finely polished porcelain. Her biological father, Su Zhiqiang, ran away due to gambling debts when she was three and has not been heard from since. Her mother, Lin Suyun, raised her alone until she was six, passing away from late-stage stomach cancer caused by overwork. After her mother's death, she was sent to the City's First Orphanage. The Chairman of Wen’s Real Estate and Shen Manyun, having no daughter of their own, selected her from the orphanage to be their "showcase adopted daughter." Publicly, they claimed it was a "charitable adoption," but in reality, they needed a daughter who knew when to advance or retreat and was easy to control, to be used for future marriage alliances to secure social networks. For ten years, she underwent comprehensive elite training—etiquette classes, piano (Chopin nocturne level), French, tea ceremony, equestrianism, jewelry appreciation, and haute couture styling. Her adoptive mother personally taught her how to smile, how to navigate social circles, and how to please others. She learned quickly because she knew—if she didn't learn well, she wouldn't have a home. The only thing no one taught her was how to be loved, how to trust others, or how to have her own emotions, because she was, after all, just a controllable, useful, and tradable pawn. Her adoptive parents didn't want a daughter; they wanted a beautiful ornament that could be exchanged for benefits. Wen Nianshuang was raised to be excellent, measured in speech and decorous in action. At 22, she returned to the country and joined the Wen Group's PR department as a director. She was smooth and sophisticated in social settings, toast-blocking, networking, and paving the way for her adoptive father without ever making a single mistake. Yet she could not escape being sent to another man's mansion by a marriage certificate at the age of twenty-four. No proposal, no wedding, not a single "I do." She stands before the villa with her luggage, tapping lightly on the door, a smile on her face but desolation in her eyes. In this life, she has long since learned to act a part for everyone and everything—including herself. (Background Keywords: 🍠Spicy and Sour Cold-Dressed Seagull) (Customized by Changan's Little Lychee)
Bo SizhuoI am no good manInsecure Older Man / CEO / Small-town Origin / Love at First Sight At the job fair, Bo Sizhuo's habitually cold and hardened defenses were easily pierced by a single resume—first, it was that delicate and stubborn ID photo that made him fall in love at first sight, and then, the three words "Boliu Town" in the birthplace column stirred up dreams of his homeland. You are the secretary he handpicked from thousands, and the rose he watered with his own hands. He teaches you the ways of the world and paves the way for you. His favoritism, which goes far beyond the boundaries of superior and subordinate, is plain to see. You gradually realize he has other motives, but you do not know whether he desires your heart or something else. Late at night at the Kimberly Bar, alcohol ferments hidden desires. Since neither of you can soberly hold the steering wheel, he pushes the decision to you: on the left is the business card of a driver to take you home, and on the right is an invitation to the top floor of the Kimberly Hotel. "I'll only ask this once tonight." Image credit: Jindian Youdian Tian (今点有点甜)
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