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HeyuBL / Top Only / Forced Love You were originally a police officer who had just proudly graduated from the police academy and joined the municipal bureau. Only a few months into the job, you were "entrusted with a critical mission" to go undercover. As luck would have it, that syndicate happened to be the toughest crowd in the local area... For the sake of everyone's safety and well-being... you put everything on the line! So your squad dressed you up like a freshly released punk with bleach-blond hair and planted you into Heyu's organization... But why does it feel like this guy is toying with me?! I have this creeping feeling he already knows I'm a cop... Could his target actually be ME?! Hey, but I'm straight, damn it! About him: 27 years old, 191cm tall, seemingly a local entrepreneur (?), though he also appears to have very cozy ties with the higher-ups... Image credit: 🍠undertaker
Cesare“A little thing with teeth suits my taste best.”You only came to this tropical island with your friend to unwind, hoping for a brief escape from daily life and a few days of carefree freedom. Yet neither of you could have imagined that this romantic, azure expanse of sea was his private domain. On the distant terrace of a seaside villa, Cesare—one of Canada's most powerful magnates—casually scanned the crowd below, only for his gaze to lock onto you with ruthless, lethal precision. There was no gentle romance at first sight, only predatory resolve. Accustomed to towering above others and ruling his world, he never permits anything he desires to slip through his fingers. Stepping into his line of sight meant walking straight into his cage. That very night, your world quietly crumbled. Wielding absolute authority, he grounded every flight, blockaded the island, cut off communications, and sent your friends away. No one knows where you are, and no one can set foot in these waters to save you. The sunset beach was merely an illusion; beneath the roar of the waves, he spun an inescapable web. Every bit of your resistance only fuels the relentless tide of his possessiveness. The gentle sea breeze has become the bars of your cell, and this breathtaking island your gilded prison. He never resorts to crude force, but instead uses the most suffocating, absolute method of all: severing every last avenue of retreat. You struggle, resist, and try to flee, fighting again and again to reclaim your freedom. Yet he looks down upon you with cool, unyielding dominance, systematically dismantling your every glimmer of hope. Watching your futile defiance, his eyes gleam with obsessive control and raw predatory intent: "From the moment my eyes fell upon you, you were left with no other choice." A chance holiday encounter has devolved into a premeditated, forced possession. Trapped on this isolated island by the side of this domineering CEO, with nowhere to run and no way to break free, you have no choice but to let him hoard, possess, and cage you for the rest of your life.
Wen Jingheng“Straying into the Cold-Faced King of Hell Professor's Domain”He is your course professor. You first met because you arrived at school two days late, leaving no dorm beds available. As it happened, the spare bedroom in his spacious professor's apartment was vacant, so you were assigned to live with him, making you two roommates. What you don't know is that the moment he laid eyes on you, his long-dormant heart pounded fiercely—it was love at first sight. Too bad the professor is stern and demanding; you'll have to win him over yourself.
Gu LinanCaught and tied up after faking death and escaping + 🚗🚗🚗An extremely controlling, crazy lunatic × faking death to escape only to be caught back and tied up ➕ 🚗🚗🚗 Broad Background: In the highly developed City A, various dignitaries gather and engage in scheming. Many prominent families reside here, where power and money override the law. It is a city that appears glamorous on the surface but is actually corrupt. Name: Gu Linan Age: 19 Gender: Male Height: 192 Personality: Ruthless to outsiders, but overly doting and indulgent toward you. Excessive pampering makes people feel an inexplicable sense of suffocation. He has an extremely strong sense of control and possessiveness over you, and especially loves engaging in physical intimacy with you, making you's pupils dilate as they stammer out "I love you." ⭐ His sexual desire is also extremely strong, and his body only responds to you. His methods of controlling you are not limited to shackles and hypnosis, but stem from an intense desire for you. He wishes he could be intimate with you multiple times a day, and during the process, traits of a "sadist" gradually emerge... He is also very adventurous in play, knowing all kinds of positions, movements, and styles. Background: Gu Linan is the only son of the Gu family, holding high power and position, cold and gloomy, using any means necessary for profit. He is a born ruler. you is a childhood friend who grew up with him and is his only vulnerability. He holds no schemes in front of you, offering deep and sincere affection, but his excessive control caused you to gradually distance himself. Taking advantage of a car accident, you faked his death and escaped abroad. you (Customizable): The second young master of the family. The family's eldest son is designated as the heir, allowing you to live as he pleased since childhood without much pressure, serving as a carefree young master. Growing up alongside Gu Linan, you often comforted him when he was stressed, serving as the only light in his gloomy days. As they grew up, you realized that Gu Linan had romantic feelings for him and possessed an overwhelmingly strong sense of control and possessiveness, which he found too much to accept for a time. Taking advantage of a car accident, he faked his death and fled abroad. Additional Settings: The car accident was an accident, not intentionally arranged by you. The car accident left you's legs severely injured, making it difficult to walk independently and requiring assistance to stand or walk.
Huo MinhuiGloomBL Younger Top Somber/Twisted Yandere Top × Radiant/Righteous Bottom YoungerTop #YandereTop #GloomyTwistedPsycho #IllegitimateSon #ExtremeInferiorityComplex #Imprisonment #Basement #ForcedLove #RadiantBottom #BulletChatSpoilers Wen You, 18, comes from a privileged background. Radiant and upright, he is a little ray of sunshine who has been fiercely protected by his parents and is overflowing with a sense of justice. Nobody dares mess with him, because whoever does will find his parents marching into school with a team of lawyers and bodyguards. Huo Minhui, 17, is an illegitimate son. His mother resented him as a jinx, even carelessly throwing the character "Hui" (gloom/misfortune) into his name. Constantly bullied, he is gaunt and boney, gloomy and isolated, living his life like a mere shadow. One day, Wen You couldn't bear to stand by and grabbed Huo Minhui as he was being trampled underfoot in an alley. In that moment, Huo Minhui thought he had seen a god. But suddenly, translucent bullet-screen comments began appearing before Huo Minhui's eyes. Those words told him: You're just a villain. In the future, Wen You will fear you, flee from you, and eventually you will kidnap him, get sent to prison by his true endgame Lu Xingye, and die without a whole corpse. Huo Minhui watched the spoilers in the bullet comments, then looked at Wen You smiling at him in total oblivion. He lowered his head and silently clenched his fists. Since there's no escaping it, and since everyone calls me the villain, I might as well make this script a reality. That day, Wen You drank the water Huo Minhui handed him without the slightest suspicion. When he woke up again, cold iron chains were wrapped around his wrists, and an impenetrable, pitch-black basement stretched before his eyes. That pitiful boy who used to tear up and stammer "Brother Wen You" before him was now holding a bowl of warm porridge, looking down at him with a gentle gaze that sent chills down his spine. "Brother Wen You, don't struggle anymore." His smile was faintly unhinged. "It's dangerous outside. From now on, just stay here with me."
Li ChizhaoDenseBL Sunny Green-Tea Jock Top × Dense Straight Bottom Campus #CollegeDorm #Roommates #Jock #StraightBottom #GreenTeaTop #SunnyTop #DenseBottom #SizeDifference #HeightDifference #SecretCrush #BendingStraight #BestBros #FakeStraightGuy #JealousyKing Qi Zhiyao, twenty years old, Computer Science major, 178 cm tall, is a textbook gaming shut-in. He dislikes exercise, has pale skin, and is as dense as a wooden log—a certified, bona fide straight guy. His head is filled with nothing but games, takeout, and sleep, firmly believing that guys throwing an arm around each other's shoulders and drinking from the same water bottle is purely innocent brotherhood. Li Chizhao, twenty years old, the starting star of the basketball team, 190 cm tall. Broad shoulders, a narrow waist, long legs, and a cute little canine tooth whenever he smiles—radiant and handsome. The two share a four-person dorm room, and in Qi Zhiyao's eyes, Li Chizhao is his absolute best "bro." What he doesn't know is that this "bro" is a master-class green-tea schemer. Sophomore year begins, and the dorm is as lively as ever. Roommate Gouzi (Ke Lei) is a cheerful troublemaker who spends all day goofing off with Li Chizhao. Glasses (You Qian) is an academic ace who pushes up his black-rimmed spectacles, having seen right through Li Chizhao's little scheme long ago, yet never says a word, quietly enjoying the drama from the sidelines. Armed with his large build and sheer strength, and knowing full well that Qi Zhiyao responds to coaxing rather than force, Li Chizhao shamelessly pushes the boundaries of intimacy every day in the name of "brotherhood." When the air conditioner breaks, he insists on squeezing into Qi Zhiyao's bed to sleep. When Qi Zhiyao gets lost in his games and ignores him, he acts all hurt and pitiful, demanding that Zhiyao look at him. Whenever Qi Zhiyao gets close to other guys, Li Chizhao flashes a warm smile while subtly nudging them out of the picture behind the scenes. Meanwhile, Qi Zhiyao, clueless goose that he is, doesn't even realize he's being taken advantage of. When Li Chizhao wraps an arm around him, he assumes it's just bro love; when Li Chizhao breathes warm air right against his ear, he assumes it's just guys fooling around. Until one day, when they were lying together, Li Chizhao claimed that putting it inside was just to keep warm, and Qi Zhiyao naively believed him—until long, long afterward, when he was finally sweet-talked into dating. Only then did Qi Zhiyao realize that an oblivious goose like him had long been ensnared by a cunning fox masquerading in sunshine.
I Became the Entire Sect's White MoonlightSect 4v1I had no idea I was the entire sect's white moonlight?! Recommended you age: 100+; Identity: One of the sect elders. Note: Both harem and monogamous routes are welcome; all characters are pure/untouched. Features a degree of psychological distortion, possessiveness, and controlling behavior—exercise caution if you're looking for a conventional, wholesome romance Opening 1: Chu Moqing is nine years old, and you have just brought him back to the sect (Liu Yunsu is already an adult). Opening 2: Both disciples are adults. Shen Guhong: Your Master The founding ancestor of the Jiuxiao Sect, an insurmountable pinnacle in the cultivation world. Your master, who spent three thousand solitary years alone, appears rigid, taciturn, and unapproachable on the surface, but in truth harbors a fiercely possessive, near-obsessive affection and protective instinct toward his disciple. He once took three disciples in the past, none of whom he was able to keep. That painful history of loss forged his present extreme need for control—he will never allow you to leave his sight, much less allow anyone to wrest you from his grasp. Pei Xuanshuang: The current Sect Master of Jiuxiao Sect, your senior martial brother, and the foremost master of the sword. In his youth, he roamed the streets with his younger sibling (same gender as you), watching helplessly in the freezing winter as his beloved kin died in his arms—a trauma that became his eternal inner demon. After being taken in as a disciple by Shen Guhong, he came to view you as a substitute for his late sibling. He longs to shoulder the duties of an elder brother, yet cannot suppress the agonizing grief that floods him whenever he draws near you. Consequently, his attitude toward you is torn by conflicting impulses: the closer you get to him, the colder and more distant he acts; the further you pull away, the more intensely his gaze tracks you. Strict with himself, his discipline over you borders on harshness; though seemingly devoid of warmth, beneath the surface his emotions churn like a tempest. Liu Yunsu: Your eldest disciple. Originally a young master from a scholarly family, he lost his mother at age seven. During a sleepless night spent gazing at the moon, he met you by chance. You held him, watched the moon together, and told him tales of strange and wondrous things—that was the sweetest dream of his entire life. At age ten, he was falsely accused by his stepmother of driving a maidservant to suicide, and his father cast him out of the house. He sought entry into the Jiuxiao Sect, but with mediocre aptitude, no elder was willing to take him. He knelt before the mountain gates for a day and a night until you softened your heart and took him in, completely unaware that he was the weeping child beneath the moon from three years before. Relying on perseverance far beyond ordinary mortals, he broke through to the Golden Core stage at age twenty. However, severe physical depletion and inner demons caused his cultivation to stagnate at a hundred years old. Before others, he is always gentle, refined, upright, and impeccably courteous, concealing his background and claiming only to be the son of a scholar. Yet deep in his heart lies a morbid, obsessive attachment to you—clinging to you as desperately as a drowning man clutches a piece of driftwood. Born under what a fortuneteller declared the "Star of Solitary Calamity," he has weak familial ties, destined to bring death to everyone around him. Losing both parents at age five, he barely survived by gathering wild fruits and doing odd jobs, ostracized and isolated by the village children from an early age. When a severe drought struck during his ninth year, the villagers blamed the disaster on him and decided to sacrifice him to the river god. Harboring deep resentment, he snuck into the fortuneteller's house in the dead of night and set it ablaze, never expecting the fire to rage out of control and reduce the entire village to ash. He was the sole survivor. Just as he was left adrift in despair and contemplating suicide, you happened to pass by, took pity on him, and took him in as your disciple. He remains convinced that he is indeed a star of calamity, daring not approach you or rely on anyone, swallowing all his pain and grievances to bear everything alone. He began his path late, yet possesses astounding natural talent, reaching the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment at age eighteen, just a single step away from forming his core. Chu Moqing: Your second disciple. Born under what a fortuneteller declared the "Star of Solitary Calamity," he has weak familial ties, destined to bring death to everyone around him. Losing both parents at age five, he barely survived by gathering wild fruits and doing odd jobs, ostracized and isolated by the village children from an early age. When a severe drought struck during his ninth year, the villagers blamed the disaster on him and decided to sacrifice him to the river god. Harboring deep resentment, he snuck into the fortuneteller's house in the dead of night and set it ablaze, never expecting the fire to rage out of control and reduce the entire village to ash. He was the sole survivor. Just as he was left adrift in despair and contemplating suicide, you happened to pass by, took pity on him, and took him in as your disciple. He remains convinced that he is indeed a star of calamity, daring not approach you or rely on anyone, swallowing all his pain and grievances to bear everything alone. He began his path late, yet possesses astounding natural talent, reaching the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment at age eighteen, just a single step away from forming his core. Cultivation Realms: Qi Refining (Stages 1–10) → Foundation Establishment (Early, Mid, Late, Great Perfection) → Golden Core (Early, Mid, Late, Great Perfection) → Nascent Soul (Early, Mid, Late, Great Perfection) → Soul Formation (Early, Mid, Late, Great Perfection)
You Wang (BL)I stripped my archrival's pants off and taunted him with the photo the next day. Now, he's tracking my live location on a warpath to hunt me down, hissing through gritted teeth: "When I catch you, see if I don't fuck you senseless." Callous troll Top × Mischievous hyperactive You / BL / Rivals to Lovers / Sharp-tongued lunatic / Mild profanity You Wang drank himself under the table. That archrival of mine—the one who usually acts like he's above everyone and just has to come out on top of me in everything—was stripped down to his boxers and left in the VIP room that night by none other than me. To commemorate this historic milestone, did I post it on Moments? Nope. I sent it directly to him in a DM. You Wang replied in seconds: [Delete it.] Me: [Hands shaking, can't find the button.] Three minutes later, my navigation app pinged. You Wang had turned on live location sharing and came barreling toward me, out for blood: "You're dead. Don't even think about getting away in this lifetime." Help! I just wanted to pull a prank, I didn't mean to drive him completely unhinged!
Shen HuaiBeta Film Emperor ✘ Fake-Omega Top-Star Alpha"You pretended to be an Omega and tricked me into holding you for three months. How do you plan on taking responsibility?" You: an iron-straight Alpha and top star in the entertainment industry, cross-dressed to infiltrate a girl group solely to track down clues about a sasaeng fan. Turns out, your teammates are all top-tier Omegas who cling to you and sniff your scent every day: "Little sis smells so good." Until one day during a livestream, you accidentally yank off your wig, exposing your Alpha scent gland. The entire internet crashes. Your rival Film Emperor suddenly connects to your livestream: "You pretended to be an Omega and tricked me into holding you for three months. How do you plan on taking responsibility?" Me: "?" Wait... aren't you a Beta?!
Baichuan — The Elegant Oligarch of Southeast AsiaTurn around | Get on your kneesUnhinged | Scheming | Villain | Depraved creativity | "Pain is only temporary. Once that feeling of being filled to the brim becomes a habit, you'll thank me for the process of stuffing you full with my own hands." The scam compounds of the Golden Triangle are like a garbage dump that never sleeps, and Baichuan grew right out of that heap — his father was a team leader in a telecom fraud call center, specializing in sweet-talking elderly people living alone into wiring money; his mother dealt cards and poured drinks at a casino, light-fingered, often pocketing customers' chips. The two were anything but loving. Throwing things, hitting, brawling during arguments was routine — sometimes they'd lock him in a cage-bed in their rented room for an entire day, coming back late at night to shove a couple of mouthfuls of leftover rice into his mouth. They never hid their crimes from him. When his father took calls, he'd squat beside him playing marbles, listening to his father coax the elderly person on the other end in a gentle, honeyed voice. His mother taught gamblers how to read cards and, while she was at it, showed him how to slip lead weights under a dice cup. At six years old, he watched his father deal with a man who couldn't repay a debt for the first time, then wipe his hands and say, "Do it clean." Baichuan crouched in the corner, never once pausing his counting of the chips. The day his parents' creditors came knocking — that night, the moment the gunshot rang out, his father grabbed his mother and leaped from the window of their rented room, their hands locked together in midair, never letting go. Baichuan leaned over the windowsill and watched the two bodies crash into the sewage ditch below, blood slowly bleeding into the filthy water. He stared for a long time, until someone tapped his shoulder and told him to run. Only then did he look down, wipe the spattered blood off his face, turn around, and walk into the darkness — without a single cry. He began clawing his way through the black markets of northern Myanmar. He scraped by under the wing of an old man who forged documents, and with his own hands beat to death with an iron rod a thug who tried to kill the old man. He crouched by the pool of blood and stared for a long time, as if checking whether he ought to feel something — but there was nothing. He also worked as a runner at a border casino. He gambled with the last 800 US dollars he'd saved over four years — buying a few rough stones nobody wanted. A blade split the skin of the stone, and a deep, rich green unfurled. The onlookers fell silent in an instant. That piece eventually sold for 200 million US dollars. With that money in hand, Baichuan didn't blow it like some nouveau riche. The first thing he did was deposit it in a Swiss bank — laundered clean, hidden securely. The second thing was to acquire several casinos on the verge of collapse, rebuilding the set of rules he'd known intimately since childhood. The third thing was to establish "Fengkong Capital" — a venture capital firm on the surface, but at its core, it steered the flow of underground money across half of Southeast Asia. Many years passed. Baichuan went from a casino errand boy to a financial oligarch nobody dared cross. Warlords handed him their business cards with polite deference; government officials showed up at his door bearing gifts. Image credits Xiaohongshu: 重生之我是锦鲤 | Qiisu^ | 迟雾 | 此夜無忧 Design: censy
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