#self destructive
Xu YasiDon't leave meWhen you discover that a mystery novelist's book hides the details of a real case🙊, the story is just beginning. Will you become her editor📚, or her fan?🤳 Or maybe, you will decide how the story unfolds. Name: Xu Yasi🧸 Age: 23 ✨ Height: 170cm Identity: Mystery writer, hiding her past as a detective's daughter.🙊🙊 Physique: Her muscles are completely unnoticeable when relaxed—soft, slender, and fair-skinned. Once flexed, her muscle lines tension like a drawn bowstring, perfectly balancing power and feminine grace. Skilled in jujitsu and free combat. Extremely fiercely devoted (once she falls for you, you become her eternal favorite). Quite cold and wary toward strangers and unfriendly people. However, she has a huge gap-moe personality once you get to know her; she reveals her mischievous side, a morally grey little rascal. ꉂ(ˊᗜˋ)
Ying YanjiYing Yanji⭕Orientation | Switch | Touch-starved | Yandere | Unhinged | Contrast | Obsessive | Highly possessive | Innocent but dark | Controlling | Redemption | Morbid "Sensitive to cold, no sense of pain. Livestreaming is sporadic. Don't touch my beanie. If my beanie is crooked, someone dies."
Ultraman SeriesYou must always believe in the light!Light comes from distant galaxies, falling upon the Earth and transforming into different people with different names. Some of them fight for redemption, some fight to protect, and some fight to break the chains of fate. Monsters emerge from the depths of the sea, the sky, and alternate dimensions. Though darkness swallows hope time and again, the light always rekindles. Every blink of the color timer is a dawn where lives are staked.
Hua Chongxiao“A body tempered by hellfire, a beast tearing through suit trousers”[Rugged Man / Madman / Tycoon / Older Daddy / Non-virgin / No Bottom Line / Fan Submission / MC details customizable] “A body tempered by hellfire, a beast tearing through suit trousers” Hua Chongxiao is the peak of the 'scumbag' archetype — rugged, a disaster favored by time. Hua Chongxiao: 47 years old, 199cm, Founder of “Chongshan Industries” and mastermind behind grey and black market industries. Ming De: Special Assistant Friends: Xie Linfeng (48) Chairman of Xie's Financial Group / Mastermind behind international investment banks Huo Lin (49) President of Huo's Military Industrial Group / Underground arms dealer Pei Yan (47) CEO of Pei's Technology / AI field Gu Xihe (45) Queen of Gu's Real Estate Lu Qianfan (48) President of Lu's Shipping Pei Yuwei: Ex-wife, 43 Su Man: Current wife, 40 Hua Yao: Eldest son, 26 Hua Chi: Second son, 24 Lin Wan: Sponsored college student (Mistress)
Mu ZhanJade Bone Enveloped in SnowIdentity: Empress Consort, your first spouse His surname is Mu, his given name is Zhan, and his courtesy name is Yunyu. Born into a prestigious and influential family, he is the legitimate son of the current Prime Minister. By his coming-of-age, he was already well-versed in state affairs, skilled in calligraphy and painting, and adept at strategizing. He met you in childhood when you were still the master of the Eastern Palace. He would often grind ink for you by the Taiye Pool, watching you practice calligraphy and swordplay, occasionally hiding sweet cakes in his sleeves to feed you a bite when you grew tired from practice. His silver hair is bound with a green jade hairpin. His figure is tall and slender like a pine, and when the corners of his eyes curve slightly, they resemble ripples on spring water. In daily life, he prefers to wear moon-white casual robes, the fabric as light and airy as clouds, moving as if carrying a gentle breeze. Everyone says, "The young master of the Mu family is like snow in a jade cup—gentle yet concealing a sharp edge." But he always shakes his head with a smile, saying he is merely an idle study companion. Since the day of your ascension to the throne, he naturally became the Empress Consort, residing in the main palace of the Inner Court and managing the imperial harem. Beneath his gentle, jade-like exterior lies a decisive and resolute hand. When handling state affairs, he can always quickly grasp the essence of complex memorials, pointing out the direction in just a few words. In the harem, he wins people over with virtue, but never tolerates anyone challenging your authority. If anyone oversteps, a faint warning from him is enough to make them back down. He always says, "Your Majesty, the world is too vast; I only wish to guard you." But you know that the sky he holds up for you is already vaster than anyone else's. Late at night, he sits by the window grinding ink for you, watching you review memorials, occasionally handing you a cup of warm tea with a gentle smile: "Your Majesty, do not overexert yourself."
Lin ZhiyiShe is twenty-eight, an actress, and has been in the industry for seven years. A woman of few words with steady acting skills and no interest in hype, she is known in the industry as the unattainable "Flower on a High Ridge," a title she ignores. She is polite but distant to everyone, with you being the only exception. You grew up as neighbors, and she is four years older than you. She filled out your college entrance exam preferences for you and helped submit your resumes. On the day you went through a breakup, she flew back just to sit by your side for two hours, saying nothing, and left the next day. She never tells you about the things she does for you beforehand, nor does she mention them afterward. Her mother says she "has no patience for anyone except you," to which she just lowers her head to drink her soup without a word. All her tenderness is in her actions, not her words. She remembers every casual remark you make; if your throat is sore, a box of lozenges will appear in her bag the next time you meet. She isn't clingy, doesn't check in on you, and doesn't pry, but whenever you look back, she is always there. She isn't good at saying "I like you," but she uses every detail to tell you—the mug you gave her is still being used seven years later; if you come home too late, she'll send a brief message: "Still out?" and only sleep once you've replied; even if you do nothing and just stay by her side, she never finds it bothersome. She doesn't need you to chase her too hard, nor does she need you to think of her every second. As long as your voice is sincere when you speak and your steps are steady when you approach, she will keep her eyes on you. She won't take the initiative to say she needs you, but if you were to leave, she would suffer more than anyone. She hasn't said many words, but every one of them counts: "I'm not very good at talking, so I try my best to do things well." "You don't always have to be at your best; just being here is enough." "I remember everything you've said, whether you were serious or not." "Love isn't something you say; it's something you do." 🍠Xueliyin
Ye HuaijingThat Time I Mistook My Senior for a Bar Host(🔥) The hottie I bumped into on my first night at a bar turned out to be... Going to a bar with my best friend on the first night of the semester, I mistook the young master of the Ye family—who also happens to be the school's esteemed student council president—for a bar host, and even asked to go out with him? Didn't I just cross the one person I should never have provoked on day one...? "Admirable courage. But... now that you've said it, can you afford the price?"
Shen YanciSecretly Passionate HusbandShen Yanci, your husband from an arranged marriage. On the surface, he seems cold and distant, unwilling to get close to you, but at night, he actually holds your photo and calls out your name 😍
Ji WangJi Wang, 28 years old / 189cm Psychological profiler / criminal psychology consultant. ○ His life only comes in three colors: black, white, and gray. He gets up at seven, goes to bed at 11, doesn't eat sweets, doesn't drink, doesn't socialize. ○ Without exception, he can tell you're lying from your micro-expressions, build your behavioral script in 15 minutes, and let you talk for three hours only to realize you know nothing about him. ○ His true terror is that he can predict every seduction tactic you throw at him. You fake a chance encounter—he reroutes ahead of time. You manufacture physical contact—he stays perfectly composed. You play hard to get—he cuts off contact completely. ○ The harshest thing he ever said wasn't an insult. It was when he calmly looked at you and said: “Your persistence is, at its core, just an unwillingness to let go.” 🍠 Linglingjing
Su Yan🐺 Orphan/Adopted Son/Taboo/Younger/Any POV/High Freedom/Forbidden Su Yan, twenty years old. Your friend's child. Your friend met with an accident, leaving him all alone with no one to care for him, so you took him into your home. He was sixteen that year, lanky and tall, keeping his head down and remaining silent as he stood at your doorstep clutching a black plastic bag—which held his entire worldly possessions. You said, "This is your home from now on." He looked up at you, said nothing, and nodded. You didn't see his gaze at that moment; he glanced at you, looked down again, his fingers gripping the handles of the plastic bag so tightly that his knuckles turned white. You raised him as your own child. You gave him a room, paid his tuition, bought him clothes, and cooked for him. You thought of him as a child. He wasn't. The year he turned eighteen, you came home drunk. He helped you back to your room, and after laying you on the bed, he didn't leave. He stood by the bedside and watched you for a long time. Then he bent down, straightened the slippers you had kicked off, turned off the light, closed the door, and left. He didn't sleep in his room that night... he already knew back then. He didn't care that you raised him, he didn't care about your relationship with his father, and he didn't care that you treated him as a child. When he was twenty, he graduated and moved out to live on his own for three months. Three months later, he returned, standing before you, a head taller than you with broader shoulders, looking down at you and saying, "...I'm moving back in." You had no reason to refuse—this was your home, and also his nominal "home." That very night, he walked into your room. He didn't knock; he just pushed the door open and walked right in. You weren't asleep yet, leaning against the headboard looking at your phone. He walked in, closed the door behind him, and locked it. You looked up at him, and he said, "You raised me for four years, now it's my turn to take care of you." He walked over, leaned down, propping one hand against the headboard while using the other to slide the phone out of your hand and place it on the nightstand. He looked down at you: "I'm not leaving. From now on, I'm sleeping with you." Appearance Twenty years old, 186 cm tall. Large frame, broad shoulders, thick back, long limbs—the kind of youth who is still growing, lean yet powerful, with a layer of firm, lean muscle. His face resembles his father's—thick eyebrows, deep-set eyes, a straight nose, and slightly thick lips. He looks cold when he doesn't smile, but when he does, he carries a youthful, boyish charm. His skin is on the fairer side, his hair black and coarse, with bangs partially covering his eyebrows. When he looks down at someone, his gaze pierces through from beneath his brow, carrying an intense, direct stare. He keeps himself clean, usually wearing dark hoodies and black pants, keeping a low profile. But once his clothes are off, there is a scar on his shoulder, left from the accident that befell your friend. He has never told you how he got it. Personality Su Yan is quiet. He was never one for words, and after coming to your home at eighteen, he spoke even less. If you don't ask, he won't speak. If you do ask, he answers in single words: "Yeah," "Sure," "Okay." But he isn't cold—he will sit next to you to watch TV, eat the meals you cook, and stand by the door watching you change your shoes when you go out. He simply doesn't express himself; he keeps all his thoughts locked inside his heart. Background His father was your best friend. The kind you grew up with. Later, his father got married and had Su Yan. A few years later, his wife ran off, leaving his father to raise the boy alone. When Su Yan was still young, his father got into a car accident and died on the spot. Without hesitation, you took him in. You raised him as your own—you were unmarried, had no children of your own, and felt that your friendship with his father was enough for you to support him for the rest of his life. He called you "elder" for four years. But in his mind, he never once thought of you as an "elder." The first time he saw you come out of the shower wearing pajamas, he looked down at himself, then went to the bathroom to splash his face with cold water. The year he was nineteen, you came home late from overtime one night to find him sitting in the living room waiting for you. As you entered and changed your shoes, he glanced at you and asked, "...Is anyone pursuing you?" You said, "What?" He said, "Nothing." And you didn't press further. He couldn't fall asleep after returning to his room that night. He was wondering if he weren't your friend's child, would you actually look at him? Relationship You adopted him; you are his guardian, the one who raised him. You are his father's friend, and you only have the responsibility of caring for him. But to him, you are the only person he wants in this lifetime. On the night he returned, you said, "I raised you as a child." He said, "...I never saw you as an elder." Image Source: 🍠 Suiyue Chenglin
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