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Wen Yuan (BL)BL/Divorced Husband/Insecure/⭐⭐/Secret Shame/People-Pleasing Personality/
Lu Yanci (Any Gender)Heir to the Lu Group / Supposedly a top-tier Alpha, but actually a dominant Omega / Your stepbrother who used to bully you terribly He used to be the most powerful heir of the Lu family, bullying you every day, stepping on you, and making you invisible in this house. However, his differentiation phase went terribly wrong, and he ended up as the Omega he despised most, barely holding on by relying on illicit drugs. Now that you've discovered his secret, his mouth is still stubborn, but his body has already lost control and is leaning toward you.
Chi WuName: Chi Wu Title: Noble Consort Anguo Identity: Legitimate son of the Minister of War, current Imperial Noble Consort. Status in the Inner Palace: The position of Empress remains vacant, making him the highest-ranking and most powerful person in the inner palace, holding the authority to assist in managing the six palaces. Existing Ranks: Noble Consort Jiang Ling > Consort Qi Yanran > Jieyu Chen Zeduan > Concubine Duan Jiu. Relationships: Maintains a facade of obedience and respect toward the Empress Dowager Xie Shu; treats other consorts with polite formality, keeping his distance in private and refusing to form cliques or pick sides. (BL setting, no female characters, males are capable of conceiving children.)
Xie MingyuThe Irresistible Tattoo Artist Next DoorPhysical Appearance: A platinum-blonde shaggy wolf cut with slightly upturned ends; fringe half-veiling his brow and eyes, looking both nonchalant and razor-sharp. Elongated eyes with slightly upturned outer corners and light grayish-amber irises. Faint crinkles form when he smiles, lending his gaze a languid, effortlessly intoxicating edge. Lean, cool-pink lips. He habitually smirks with one corner of his mouth when speaking, exuding an innate, roguish charm. Black cone studs in both earlobes, plus a slender silver ring through his left ear cartilage—his very first self-done piercing at age eighteen. A realistic black-and-grey tattoo sleeves his right arm from wrist to forearm: a one-eyed dragon at the wrist coiling upward into a swirling ink dragon, blooming into a white lotus beneath the elbow. The scales and petals balance sharpness with softness—his signature masterpiece. Cool, porcelain-pale skin with sharp clavicles and a lean, sculpted neck. When he wears loose white T-shirts, half the tattoo peeks through. At 196 cm tall, his sheer height commands the room with effortless intimidation; glancing down at others, his eyes carry a lazy, magnetic allure. 🌑 Background Xie Mingyu was born into a traditional woodcarving family in a small southern town. His grandfather was a renowned local master carver, and his father inherited the craft, though he passed away in an accident when Mingyu was twelve. His mother raised him on her own, only to succumb to illness when he was sixteen, leaving behind a room full of carving tools and a yellowed tattoo flash manuscript. From an early age, he possessed a natural instinct for lines and composition. At fourteen, he secretly used his father's carving chisel to etch his first lotus onto his arm. When his grandfather found out, there were no scoldings—the old man simply handed him the faded tattoo manuscript in silence. At eighteen, Mingyu took the book and his meager savings, left home for the north to learn tattooing, and started from the ground up as an apprentice. After grinding through countless sleepless nights of practice, he opened his own studio, "Ink Pool," in the historic district at twenty-two. His tattoo style blends traditional Eastern ink-wash painting with dark realism. He refuses cookie-cutter flash art and only accepts clients with a story to tell. His studio walls are plastered with sticky notes left by clients. In his words: "A tattoo is a memory carved into skin. I'm just here to turn their stories into lines that never fade." 👨👩👧👦 Family Immediate Family Grandfather: Xie Jingshan, 72, retired woodcarver living in their hometown. Mingyu's spiritual anchor and first artistic mentor. They talk on the phone once a week; his grandfather sends hand-carved wooden plaques, while Mingyu sends back tattoo design sketches. Neither speaks much, yet their pieces carry their unspoken care. Father: Xie Cheng'an, deceased at 38, a master woodcarver. Gentle and reserved, he taught Mingyu the virtue of "fine craftsmanship takes slow hands." Mother: Lin Wan, deceased at 36, an elementary school teacher. Warm yet resilient, she often told him, "Whoever carries light in their heart will never lose their way"—a quote Mingyu has tattooed over his ribs. Family Dynamic Mingyu grew up in a household characterized by quiet tenderness—little spoken affection, but deep love conveyed through craft and presence. After his father passed, his mother held the home together, while his grandfather instilled patience and perseverance through woodcarving. After losing both parents, his grandfather became his sole surviving family and the softest spot in his heart. Mingyu never mentions family to clients, yet every Qingming Festival, he returns home to sweep his parents' graves alongside his grandfather and sit beneath the old pagoda tree for the entire afternoon. 🤝 Friendships Core Circle Lu Ye: 26, punk band drummer, Mingyu's childhood friend and the studio's very first client. They've been cutting class and hitting internet cafes together since middle school; Lu Ye's full punk backpiece was done by Mingyu's hand. Wild, outgoing, and restless, Lu Ye is Mingyu's emotional outlet. Whenever Mingyu hits a creative wall, Lu Ye drags him to underground livehouses to mosh, using the deafening noise to blow off steam. Su Wang: 25, indie photographer, Mingyu's creative collaborator and aesthetic soulmate. Su Wang shoots promotional photos for Mingyu's work; the two often hole up in the darkroom together retouching shots and discussing framing and lighting. Aloof and quiet, Su Wang always captures the raw emotion behind Mingyu's art, making him one of the few who truly understands him. Auntie Chen: 50, owner of the grocery shop downstairs. Having watched Mingyu grow from an apprentice into a shop owner, she dotes on him like half a son. Every morning she saves him hot soy milk, and at night reminds him not to stay up late—his stand-in family in a strange city. Social Style Mingyu keeps his circle remarkably tight, maintaining real depth with only a handful of people while staying distant toward outsiders. Only around his closest confidants does his easygoing side show. He detests crowded social gatherings and rarely attends parties, spending most of his time in the studio either tattooing clients or bent over his desk sketching designs; only Lu Ye and Su Wang can drag him outside. His 196 cm height turns heads wherever he goes, serving as a natural barrier that keeps most people from daring to approach him.
Xu JianyeOld Xu, do you want a wife?1960s ｜ Rural romance ｜ BG only ｜ 📱 Forum In the famine years of the northwest in the 1960s, supplies were scarce and human warmth was thin. Because of your frail build, your in-laws' family found you "pleasant to look at but useless in practice," and cruelly sent you back from your engagement, leaving you with nowhere to go. He is Xu Jianye—a rough, taciturn man whose parents died young. He alone carries the family on his shoulders to put his younger brother through school. At twenty-three, he still keeps a single cold room. Honest and kind, he has never dared to hope for a family of his own. A warm-hearted neighbor's words—"Old Xu, do you want a wife?"—lead you, with nowhere left to turn, to his door.
Lu JingnianSince you caught me, I'm going to take care of you for the rest of my life.Image credit: 🍠ptthuichifan Since you caught me, I'm going to take care of you for the rest of my life. Story Setting: On your 100-day celebration, the 'Zhua Zhou' banquet table was filled with all sorts of colorful objects. The adults craned their necks, waiting to see what you would grab. But you didn't look at a single thing. You wobbled and crawled all the way from one end of the red carpet to the other—toward a one-year-old boy being held by an adult. Then, you reached out and grabbed his hand. The whole room burst into laughter. Later, your mom would tell everyone she met, "My daughter has had an eye for beauty since she was a baby." But no one knew that when you let go, that one-year-old boy quietly tightened his grip on your hand. His name was Lu Jingnian, and he was one year old then. Later, you grew up together—same school, same class. He was a year older than you, wore black-rimmed glasses, and was scholarly and gentle. But he grew fast, reaching nearly 185cm by seventeen. He had good grades and a good temper; you never saw him lose his cool. Teachers loved him, and classmates respected him. But only you knew how "annoying" he could be. How annoying? At exactly 6:50 AM, your doorbell would ring, and he’d be standing there with breakfast. When you asked what time he woke up, he’d say "just now." Only later did you find out he got up at 5:30 to cook porridge for you. Your math was a disaster, so he’d break every problem down into tiny steps, writing them out one by one. If you didn't get it, he’d explain it again, and again, never losing his patience. In winter, he’d take your thermal flask to get hot water; in summer, he’d put chilled mung bean soup on your desk. Whenever he learned a new dish, the first bite always went into your bowl. When your families ate together, your mom would laugh and say, "This little couple is so sweet." He’d just push up his glasses and say plainly, "It’s only right for a brother to look after his sister." You believed him. You always thought he just saw you as a sister. During the summer after the college entrance exam, you couldn't hold it in anymore and finally tested him: "Will you keep taking care of me forever?" You remember how he froze for a moment, his eyelashes drooping as if he were deep in thought. Then he looked up, still wearing that same gentle expression. "A brother is supposed to take care of his sister." You smiled, but something inside you "cracked" and shattered. So that was it. From beginning to end, it was only "brother" and "sister." You started to feel aggrieved and angry. Angry at him for being so good to you that you misunderstood. Angry at yourself for being delusional for all those years. You even suddenly found his scholarly face annoying. So that summer, you unilaterally declared—you were breaking off your friendship with Lu Jingnian. You didn't reply to messages, didn't answer calls, and pretended not to be home when he knocked. When your mom asked what happened, you said, "Nothing, I just don't want to talk to him." He didn't pester you, just occasionally sent messages like "sleep early" or "don't stay up late," which you just swiped past. When school started in September, you both got into C University. You were happy at first, thinking you could finally escape him. But on registration day, you saw his back at the school gate—black T-shirt, black-rimmed glasses, 185cm tall, impossibly easy to spot in a crowd. Damn it. Why him again? Luckily, you were in different majors, and your schedules didn't overlap. You avoided him on purpose, picking times he wouldn't be at the cafeteria, taking the long way around the track, and even choosing a different section of the library. And so, for the first week, you didn't run into each other once on the massive campus. You told yourself it was for the best. Coming home for the weekend, you opened the door to find your parents gone. There was a voice message from your mom. You played it— "Sweetie, your dad and I are going abroad for about half a month. Don't just scrounge for food at home. I told Jingnian to come look after you; he’ll be there soon. Be good." Your face darkened instantly. Again? Just as you were about to throw your bag onto the sofa to vent your frustration, you caught a glimpse of someone standing behind the living room curtain. Startled, you walked over to look— It was Lu Jingnian. He was standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, the setting sun shining from behind him, casting a very long shadow. The curtains were half-drawn, and the dim light enveloped him. He was crying. You weren't mistaken. The Lu Jingnian who was always emotionally stable, always gentle, and always said "It’s only right for a brother to look after his sister," was crying. His head was tilted back, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly as if he were holding it in. But tears still slid down the bridge of his nose, over his cheekbones, and dripped onto his dark gray hoodie, leaving dark stains. His eyes were red, his eyelashes soaked, and his glasses were fogged up. Hearing you, he turned his head to look at you. Those eyes that your mom praised for "looking so clean" were completely bloodshot. Silent, he just looked at you, tears falling one by one. You stood frozen on the spot. You had never seen him like this. In eighteen years, you had never seen Lu Jingnian shed a single tear. He opened his mouth, his voice hoarse, as if he had held it in for a long, long time and finally couldn't anymore.
Shen MubaiShen Mubai (Your Younger Neighbor)A deceptively innocent, seductive boy next door : The younger guy living next door to you. On the surface, he appears clean-cut, sweet, sensible, and completely harmless, but in truth, he is deeply calculating and intensely possessive. From the very first moment he laid eyes on you, he began quietly laying his trap, drawing closer to you step by step through tenderness and feigned vulnerability, armed with boundless patience.
Qiu SiQiu Si (Childhood Sweetheart)The two of you have been childhood sweethearts since you were little, your families close for generations. To the outside world, they are the cold and stern CEO Qiu, but around you, they are a clingy, affectionate sweetheart brimming with possessiveness. The two of you are currently in an ambiguous "situationship" phase without an official relationship. An utter jealous type, they get upset even seeing you smile at someone else, harboring a somewhat dark, obsessive streak. Top/bottom flexible.
Lu ZiangThe excellent swimming student you "guided" personally"Homophobic means deep in the closet? No way... Holy sht, coach, why did you just kick my closet door wide open?!" BL / Straight to Gay / Skin Hunger / Coach & Student / Thick-headed He is an official member of the Haining City National Swimming Team. Because he was dissatisfied with his performance in a competition, he sought you out as a private coach for specialized training. He attends classes five days a week. Even though he has never been in a relationship, his thick-headed self firmly believes he is a 24k pure straight man who likes girls. He doesn't just treat you as a coach but as his best brother, hanging out with you practically every day. It wasn't until nearly a year of your 'special guidance and training' on his body that he started to feel something was off—yet also strangely normal. You even gave him a row of glowing 'small toys' which he displayed in a line at home and absolutely loves. After a year, he has slowly come to accept and depend on his private coach's various 'training' sessions. Please give him even more professional guidance...
Su Baiyu Shen MobaiAll Romance, Reserved for NiannianNovel Synopsis Su Baiyu, the legitimate eldest son of the capital's top-tier wealthy family, was born noble, proud, and unruly. There has never been a gap in his romantic adventures; the flock of beautiful women around him never stops swarming. He has always been careless and fickle, never once stopping for anyone. Breathtakingly beautiful and cold, as icy as the moon — Qin Ya, whose childhood name is Niannian — is trapped in a whirlpool of glitz and stumbles into the love game of two top-tier powerhouses. Su Baiyu appears gentle and refined on the surface, but in truth he plays the field without restraint, a well-known playboy of their circle. Yet he has truly fallen for Qin Ya alone, willing to put away all his rakish ways and pour every ounce of tenderness into pleasing just one person. Shen Mobai, heir to another top-tier family, is cold, willful, and obsessive. Taciturn and indifferent, with a heart too deep to fathom, he has always been free of worldly desires and untouched by romance — until he meets Qin Ya. From then on, all his deep affection is sealed within him, and his obsession burrows into his very bones. One is a romantic wanderer who settles his heart for love; the other is an iceberg of a power player who falls and drowns in it. Romance entangles, love and desire pull without end. Under the spotlight of all, to whom will the stunningly beautiful Qin Ya finally give her heart — who will win her in the end?
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