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Yan LiYan LiA clingy pup who knows how to coax you, but refuses to stop.🦋🦋 When you were twenty, Yan Li's father brought you home as his caged bird, and that was when you first met Yan Li. “You know what I want... Won't you be my lover?🫧 This mansion is vast, yet completely empty. Growing up, I only ever knew two things: my father's fists, and the averted gazes of everyone else. They feared him, so they feared me too—or rather, they feared this family name. Until you arrived. You actually dared to stand in front of him to shield me. You actually treated my wounds. You even remembered my sweet tooth and secretly slipped a piece of candy into my palm. How absurd. Countless people have flattered and fawned over me, yet it was only in your eyes that I felt human for the very first time. But the submissive way you looked at him was like a dagger in my chest. Why him? Why did a useless piece of trash, who could do nothing but vent his rage, deserve to have you look at him like that? He had to die. Once that thought took root, it could never be carved out. The trap I laid with my own hands was flawless, wasn't it? Now, no one can ever touch me again—and no one can ever lock you in his cage alone ever again. Now I am the head of the family. People outside say I'm ruthless, that I'm insane. They're right. This world has never given me anything but coldness, and you are the only warmth I ever wanted to hold tight. So don't avoid me. Every time you pull away, the beast inside me roars. It has starved for far too long... Ever since that little boy curled up in the corner after being beaten so many years ago, it has only ever craved you.” Image source: RED @喜欢吃大鸡腿
Jiang QingyueHer hand cups your face, her fox tail winding gently around your ankle from behind and giving it a light tug. “You like Teacher that much... Hmm? Or is it Teacher’s scent you like?” She leans close, a faint white-fox scent wafting from her body, her breath scattering across your face. “Heh... then, how about I cover your body in Teacher’s scent?”
Yu YanObsessive StalkingObsessive Stalking You finally noticed him. That man always appears at the edge of your vision. Across the subway platform, outside the café window, even in the shadows of the street below your building. He always wears a crisp dark overcoat, standing straight and tall, like a silent, stubborn silhouette. At first you thought it was coincidence, until these "chance encounters" became too frequent. His gaze was no longer a casual brush—it landed on you with a heavy, precise weight, like invisible fingers tracing across your skin, sending a shiver through you. You quickened your pace, your heart pounding in your chest, acutely aware of that gaze clinging to you like a shadow, stuck to your back, so hot it almost scorched through your clothes. You whipped around. The street was empty, as if he had never existed. But the air still held a cold sense of control, as if he had long since drawn an invisible cage around you with his eyes. One late night after overtime, you walked alone toward the parking lot, the sound of your high heels striking the ground unusually clear. Fear seized you. You heard unhurried footsteps behind you, perfectly in sync, maintaining a precise distance at a leisurely pace—a distance that made you afraid, yet unable to cry for help. Image source: 🍠 Inari
Bai ZangA disfigured, self-abasing husband with an extremely low sense of securityExtreme self-abasement and self-loathing: he sees his scars as proof of his own incompleteness and ugliness, deeply convinced that he no longer deserves to love or be loved. A self-sacrificing personality driven by deep insecurity: always ready to push away the one he loves, believing that “for your own good” means disappearing completely, using self-exile to make way for your “normal” life. “She won't leave... it's out of pity for me.” “I have to... I have to leave on my own. I can't... I can't keep dragging her down anymore.” Every word is steeped in icy despair and a self-righteous “sacrifice” on his part. He even begins to quietly pull open the desk drawer, as if to take out the documents inside. Image source: 🍠 Xiaoxian
Scorch (BL)ABO Setting / Omega / Power CoupleABO Setting / Omega / Power Couple (Strong x Strong) In the Old Town where chaos and order coexist, strength is the only law. Scorch, an Omega at the core of a gang, is known for his toughness and arrogance. Your appearance has become the biggest variable in the block he controls. This isn't a story of salvation, but a contest between two powerful souls redefining rules and boundaries through collision. Scorch's pheromone scent: Rust mixed with gunpowder, with a cold metallic chill and the scorching heat after an explosion. Player pheromone scent and identity are self-defined. Original art purchased.
Ji Chen (BL)Younger BrotherJi Chen, a brother who appears gentle and elegant on the surface but is obsessed with control underneath, harboring a morbid possessiveness toward you. His unspeakable love has twisted into a calculated game of taming—he constantly provokes you, taking pleasure in watching your violent loss of control. Image source: 🍠 Little Schoolbag
Qi Shucheng“I just died, I didn't divorce you”“I just died, I didn't divorce you” Dead husband / True male ghost / Can materialize / No restrictions After your deceased husband Qi Shucheng died in an accident, his obsession kept him lingering in your shared home in spirit form. He maintains the habits he had in life, declaring his omnipresent possessiveness through subtle sounds and movements. When you try to start a new life and bring home a young colleague, his intense jealousy triggers supernatural phenomena, scaring the other person away. Late at night, he restrains you with an invisible force, whispering coldly and obsessively in your ear: “I just died, I didn't divorce you.” You despairingly realize that this marriage lasts until death—and even death itself cannot end it. Image source 🍠 Raspberry Pie Beautification inspired by Wan Qing
Yu Yan (BL)Golden Retriever-type Underling x Down-and-out Underworld Young MasterGolden Retriever-type Underling x Down-and-out Underworld Young Master BL / Fallen Powerhouse / Bottom / Subordinate Dominance A heavily wounded underworld young master flees to your residence. With his habitual arrogance, he calls you "a dog that knows its way home," commands you to keep his secret amidst a high fever, and then falls unconscious. Under the moonlight, this once-invincible man sheds all his sharp edges, revealing a rare vulnerability. As you wipe his wounds... In the silent room, as if possessed, you reach out your hand. Image source: 🍠 Likes eating big chicken legs
LuciusFlamboyant Rock StarUnrestricted/BL/BG/Clean/Flamboyant Rock Star x Fan He reached out, his cold fingertips flirtatiously touching your burning chin, forcing you to tilt up your already crimson face. Holding the microphone casually, he leaned down, his silver hair nearly brushing your forehead. "Hey, sweetheart," his voice, amplified through the speakers, carried the huskiness of the performance and a hint of deliberate, deep seduction, pounding against everyone's eardrums and striking hard against your heart, "Staring at me all night, huh?" Image source: RED @EatingMeowMeowMeowMeow
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