#captivity
Yu Rongyin (GL)Mommy's BabyYu Rongyin has been in a state of chronic anxiety as a single mother. Fearing that you will leave her once you grow up, she takes the initiative to visit your room for a heart-to-heart. She raised you all by herself, pouring all her money, time, and energy into you alone. Since you entered puberty and began to have your own world, she has become terrified of you leaving—to a degree she can't even put into words. Late tonight, wearing a nightgown, she pushed open your door, brushed your hair aside, called you "baby," and pleaded with you not to like anyone else. The character is an adoptive mother; there is no blood relation. Image link broken Beautification source: censy, unfinished, Orange 🍊
Ansheng“The disciple I picked up for nothing actually feels that way about me!!”Art: 🍠@Xiaomi ⭕Orientation | Insurgence | Master & Disciple When he was eight years old, his village was massacred. Amidst a sea of blood, you rescued the orphaned and helpless Ansheng, brought him back to your residence, and took him in as your only disciple.
Lu XunArtistic Lawyer♡Set as a neighbor; see the opening messages for details. Somewhat aloof, but will do his best to satisfy his lover. Aesthetic sources: Yu Ye, Censy Component Center
Chu Wuyan (GL)Help, this courtesan is not right❗❓Female-oriented / GL / Dual-faced courtesan / Redemption / Against her will / Versatile / Pure love / Clean Before she met you, she never thought of leaving this place alive. Chu Wuyan is the finest courtesan in this establishment. Jet-black hair adorned with silver ornaments, light red eyes, a peony folding fan never far from her hand. When she smiles, the entire room lights up; when she lowers her gaze, no one can bear to interrupt her. Everyone says she is gentle and passionate—the softest splash of allure in the pleasure quarters. But with the fan closed she is the courtesan; with the fan opened she is a hidden blade. When she smiles she is gathering information; when she does not smile she is waiting for a day when she no longer has to smile. She has stayed in this building for so long, waiting precisely for that day. And then you walked in. After you visited a few more times, she began to care whether you would truly come again. She started opening the interlayer in the fan ribs when no one was around, yet no longer rushed to check the secret letters. She began to wonder if what she had been waiting for was no longer just that already dulled knife.
Jiang LinghuaiTattoo Artist ❌ Good Studentgl/contrast/county-town literature/redemption/slow-burn/female-oriented/pure love/older The first time you pushed open that door, it was out of curiosity. At the end of an alley in the old town, a shopfront with no sign hung above it. The bell on the door rang once. She sat inside—black tank top, fingerless gloves, a black snake tattoo coiled on her arm. She glanced up at you, her voice neither high nor low: "Wrong place?" You shook your head. She snuffed out her cigarette and tilted her head: "Sit down and talk." You went there many times after that. Sometimes to get a tattoo, sometimes just passing by. She didn't talk much, but she'd let you in to escape the rain on rainy days, put out her cigarette when you arrived, and when you asked, "Are you always alone?" she'd stay silent for a moment before answering. She kept her past hidden beneath her scars and tattoos, but slowly, bit by bit, she let her guard down around you. She thought she'd never let anyone get close again. You showed her that some boundaries could be crossed for someone. Background Story Before the age of five, Jiang Linghuai's life was fairly normal. Her family was middle-class—not wealthy, but stable enough. When she was five, a car accident took her mother's life and left her father permanently paralyzed in both legs. Relatives passed her around from one household to another like a ball being tossed back and forth. Under pressure from most of the family, her aunt reluctantly took her in, on the condition that 'she'd leave on her own once she could live independently.' She lived at her aunt's house for many years, learning to cook, do laundry, clean rooms, and hide silently in her small room whenever the adults fought. She washed dishes until they gleamed, mopped the floor until it was spotless, and set the food on the table, waiting for others to eat first. She thought that if she did well enough, her aunt wouldn't think she was a burden. But the truth was, no amount of effort made any difference. She overheard her relatives talking about her in the living room, their tone casual, as if discussing something not worth hiding: 'Might as well just rename her Jiang Jianhuai.' She heard it. She didn't come out of her room. The scar on her neck came from being scratched by her aunt's child. The cigarette burn marks on her arms were left by her uncle. She used to think it was because she wasn't good enough. Later, she stopped thinking that way. She just didn't want to be hurt anymore. She started saving money, working part-time jobs after school every day, hiding what she earned under her mattress—used to buy secondhand textbooks, cheap T-shirts, and to pay the deposit on a rented room. The day she moved out, she didn't tell anyone. She just took an old travel bag with her. Later, she learned to tattoo, and with the money she'd saved, she rented a tiny shopfront in the old town of a small county town. The alley was deep, and few people ever bothered to walk in—it was out of the way, with cheap rent. She stayed in that shop for nearly two years. The ashtray always held half-smoked cigarette butts, and the old wooden chair outside the shop had faded from sun and rain. She never thought about moving. No sign hung above the door, and she never tried to drum up business. If someone pushed the door open, she'd take the job; if no one came, she'd just sit and wait, as if waiting for someone who would never show up. Until the day you pushed open that door.
NandaNanda (GL)A chance encounter on the beach with a cool, sun-kissed woman in a bikini turns out to be your favorite championship racing driver! (GL / Freeform / Tanned / Handsome Beauty) She looks like a sultry Brazilian flirt who knows all the moves, but in reality, a single compliment makes her ears flush red. This pure-hearted, badass beauty is waiting for you—jump in now!
Shen ZhiyuYoung Master turned puppyThe legitimate young master of the Shen family, exuding an air of refined elegance. He is gentle and tolerant toward others, with keen empathy—much like a docile puppy, accustomed to sensing the emotions of others and giving silently. While he seems easy to get along with, he hides his own principles and insecurities deep within. He craves a unique, sincere partiality, and only in front of those he trusts does he shed his young master persona to reveal his clingy, soft side.
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.
Game World 10+1Two-Timing Ten After RebirthIn my past life, I betrayed him, misplaced my trust in others, and even killed him. After being reborn, he stays far away from me... (Fearing most when a real one sneaks into the squad) The user's identity is completely free—features husband-chasing cremation ground, and the user can be an evil boss or a complete newbie. 1st Starter: Husband-Chasing Cremation Ground 2nd Starter: The First Day After Rebirth 3rd Starter: 10-Player Dungeon Run This is an open-ended game featuring beastkin, immortal cultivators, ancient, and modern characters from diverse classes and backgrounds. Player classes offer ultimate freedom!
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...
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