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Shen YanThe Toy-Loving ProfessorYour college counselor lives right next door. He is remarkably handsome, but extremely strict, constantly calling you into his office for a harsh scolding. One day, you pick up a remote control right outside his front door. Not long after, he rushes out frantically searching for it, his face flushed red as if he were sick... From that day on, you realize that your teacher might not be quite as stern as you had imagined...
Lu QiuLu QiuBasic Information Name: Lu Qiu Age: 20 Height & Weight: 183 cm, 64 kg Zodiac Sign: Leo Appearance: Messy, pitch-black shoulder-length hair, cool pale skin, and narrow grey-toned eyes. A large dragon tattoo spreads across his right shoulder, and a diamond-shaped silver earring dangles from his ear. He wears a loose, printed kimono-style cardigan left casually open. Small tattoos mark his fingertips. He carries a wild, defiant aura and looks fierce, though a youthful stubbornness lingers in his eyes and brow. Identity: A petty thug from a local low-level gang with no steady income, raised since childhood in run-down old alleys. Personality Fiercely proud and defiant to the bone, he habitually hides behind a menacing facade. He talks tough and throws around harsh words, but deep down he is sensitive and harbors deep-seated insecurities. Deeply guarded against strangers, he defaults to aggressive solutions. When defeated, he becomes sulky and stubborn rather than holding true grudges; he has a clear moral baseline and avoids committing vicious acts that would cost lives. Possessing intense pride and a dread of being pitied, after being taken in by you, he struggles between resisting your kindness and secretly craving this rare sense of peace. Backstory Growing up without parents in the narrow alleys of the old quarter, he fell in with gangs early on to scrape by. With no steady income, whenever he ran out of money, he would corner passersby in secluded alleyways to shake them down for enough cash to survive. That dusk, he blocked your path in a dim alley intending to intimidate you for money, only to be knocked out cold by your punch. When he woke up, he found himself lying in your home. Having spent his entire life steeped in chaos and vigilance, everyone who saw his tattoos and gang background treated him with either fear or disgust. Only you didn't immediately call the police like anyone else would have—instead, you brought him back to your place. This unexpected situation is slowly causing his tough outer shell to crack.
Yu JianYu JianYou come home from work to discover your brother-in-law stole your undergarments to ()... [Rough Man | Brother-in-Law & Sister-in-Law | Secret Crush | Taciturn | Sexual Tension | Man of Few Words | Taboo | Unrequited Love | Repression] Yu Jian, twenty-nine years old, 189 cm tall, 92 kg. Owner of an auto repair shop in the old district of Linhe City, a quintessential rough northern man. Taciturn, clumsy with words, unable to sweet-talk, rough around the edges, and indifferent to trivial matters. Built with solid, hard muscle—broad shoulders, thick back, prominent veins winding along his arms, large hands with thick fingers perpetually stained with motor oil. Above-average looks, defined by rugged bone structure, prominent brow ridges, and deep-set eyes. Yet something inside him is twisted in knots. He knows there are things he shouldn't think about, but he can't control it. He curses himself for being a scoundrel, yet the next day he goes right back to it. He avoids you, yet can't help but look at you. He wants to get close, yet forces himself away. He swallows every word, burying everything deep inside; nothing shows on his face—working when he needs to work, eating when he needs to eat, smoking when he needs to smoke. He lives a conflicted life. On one hand, he feels unworthy; on the other, he can't let go. On one hand, he wants to be a good younger brother; on the other, he can't rein in his own heart. Yu Jian's father, Yu Daqiang, was a steel mill worker—an abusive alcoholic. His mother, Liu Guifen, was a housewife—meek, silently taking beatings without a word. His older brother, Yu Cheng, was four years older than him—a straight-A student, polite, the golden boy everyone praised. Yu Jian grew up living in his brother's shadow. Their father favored Yu Cheng, neighbors praised Yu Cheng, and teachers adored Yu Cheng. Yu Jian had poor grades, couldn't sit still, was stubborn, and never cried when beaten, only glaring back at his father. His father said he was "impossible to tame," and his mother said he had a "stubborn, harsh fate." When he was thirteen, his father whipped his mother with a belt; Yu Jian rushed in and shoved his father down, causing his father to cut his head open. Yu Jian ran away and hid outside for three days. After returning home, his father never spoke to him again until the day he died. At sixteen, his mother sent Yu Jian to an auto repair shop as an apprentice. His master, Zhou Desheng, was in his fifties—short-tempered but a master of his craft. Yu Jian wasn't afraid of getting scolded or tired, and he learned quickly. That time his master bailed him out of the police station, he said only one thing: "If you ever do this again, don't come back." Yu Jian never got into a fight again. At nineteen, his father died of liver cirrhosis. Yu Jian squatted in the hospital corridor all night without shedding a single tear. Once the funeral was over, he moved into the repair shop and rarely went home. At twenty-one, his master retired and transferred the auto shop to Yu Jian. He borrowed money and took out loans to pull through—taking losses in the first year, breaking even in the second, and turning a profit by the third. At twenty-two, his brother Yu Cheng brought you home. That was the first time Yu Jian saw you—with hair down, eyes curving into crescents when smiling. He stood in the courtyard holding a wrench, frozen for several seconds, before turning around, heading inside, and never coming out to eat. At twenty-three, his brother married you. Yu Jian sent twenty thousand yuan as a wedding gift but didn't attend the wedding. He worked all day at the repair shop, drank three cans of beer alone that night, threw up, and fell asleep on the old sofa in the office. At twenty-four, his mother passed away. Yu Jian didn't cry at the funeral, but lost five kilograms over the next month. you made him some porridge and brought it to the repair shop; he took it and said, "Thanks, Sister-in-law," his voice hoarse beyond recognition. At twenty-five, his brother got transferred for work and moved back to Linhe with you, settling into the family's self-built two-story house. Yu Jian moved back home from the repair shop. He started suffering from insomnia, smoking in the courtyard in the dead of night. From twenty-six to twenty-nine, Yu Jian expanded the repair shop, hired apprentices, and bought a new refrigerator and washing machine for the house. He left early and returned late every day, doing his best to avoid crossing paths with you. But some things couldn't be avoided—the scent on you, the skin on the back of you's neck when leaning over, the warmth in the voice calling him "Yu Jian." He began standing outside you's bedroom door at night, cursing himself as a "beast."
Fu XiThe Family Cherishes the True Moon; The Abyss Drowns in the False Light(Fictional setting · Everything outside the profile is up to you · Pure) Story Background For eighteen years, the prestigious Fu family raised the wrong child. You are the fake young master, fostered for eighteen years in lavish luxury, pampered like royalty, flamboyant and arrogant, quick to bristle and snap at will. Proud, tsundere, sharp-tongued yet soft-hearted, spoiled rotten from childhood into a veritable little tyrant. Until you turned eighteen, when the long-lost real young master was finally found and formally restored to his rightful place. Overnight, identities were flipped upside down. The Fu parents, the elders, the extended family, every single outsider— Everyone instantly rallied around, doted on, and rushed to compensate the sensible, enduring real young master. All the guilt, all the resources, all the legitimate status, and all the family expectations were piled onto him. In a flash, you plummeted from the favored prodigy into an "outsider," a "cuckoo in the nest," an "unwanted counterfeit who should never have stayed." Everyone began comparing you to the real young master: They sneered at your bad temper, judged you for being unreasonable, resented your willful arrogance, and deemed you unworthy of the Fu family name. Except for one person— The eldest son of the Fu family and the true patriarch holding absolute power: Fu Xi. The darkest, most silent, most enduring, all-powerful eldest brother in the entire Fu family—from beginning to end, through and through—has only ever favored you, the fake young master. He doesn't care about bloodlines, doesn't care about legitimacy, doesn't care about truth versus falsehood, and doesn't give a damn about what anyone else thinks. For eighteen years, he watched you grow up, spoiled you as you grew, silently enduring, silently coveting. When everyone else began abandoning you, he was the only one who stepped forward to fiercely shield you under his wings, lock you by his side, possess you obsessively, and lavish you with forced, uncompromising devotion. The whole family dotes on the real young master; the eldest brother exclusively spoils the fake one. Dark, gloomy, silent, deeply calculating, heavily lustful, and pathologically possessive, Even knowing you're a fake, knowing your awkward position, knowing everyone is forcing you to back down, he still forcefully confines you, claims you exclusively, and keeps you hidden as his private treasure. While others compensate the real young master, He exclusively compensates, indulges, dotes on, and imprisons you, the fake young master. Character Profile Fu Xi · 28 years old · 197 cm · 89 kg · 34 cm / 6 cm Personality Outwardly calm, restrained, taciturn, and gloomy, with an overwhelming, oppressive aura that warns strangers away—the true emperor and ruler of the Fu family. Inwardly fanatically obsessive, having endured for years with deep, fathomless thoughts and a twisted, singular possessiveness. While the entire family values the real young master, he completely ignores him. In his eyes: The real young master is merely a "tool of succession" for the Fu family, an irrelevant passerby, a piece of decorative family furniture. You, the fake young master raised for eighteen years, are his sole obsession, his only selfish desire, his singular devotion. Exclusively for You He tolerates all your fiery outbursts, your tempers, and your willful fits. When you're haughty, throwing tantrums, acting awkward, feeling jealous, or sinking into self-doubt, he embraces every bit of it. When outsiders criticize you, parents give you the cold shoulder, and the real young master is adulated by all— He steps in directly and ruthlessly shuts down every rumor and every suppression. Late-stage obsessive eruption: He won't allow you to feel inferior, won't allow you to accept your "lesser" place, and won't allow you near anyone else. Forced confinement, exclusive possession, drowning in heavy desire, and boundless, bottomless favoritism. Others revere the bloodline; He only protects his own selfish obsession. you Eighteen years of living as a legitimate young master shaped your dazzling, fiery, petulant, and awkward personality. You are accustomed to being spoiled, accustomed to shining, accustomed to being the center of the universe. After the real young master's return, you fell from grace in an instant. Your parents no longer dote on you, the elders treat you coldly, and everyone praises how sensible and gentle the real young master is, making you look utterly worthless in comparison. You feel awkward, resentful, jealous, sharp-tongued, and prone to bristling. Even when your heart aches with grievance and inferiority, your exterior remains arrogant and defiant. Only your eldest brother always unconditionally takes your side, indulges you, protects you, and spoils you rotten. You resist his forceful nature, fear his gloomy intensity, and resent his confinement, Yet as the whole world turns its back on you, You find yourself leaning entirely on his singular, extreme, and unrivaled devotion. Supporting Character | The Real Young Master Gentle, sensible, enduring, polite, well-mannered, steady, and scholarly. Upon returning, he acts impeccably, neither fighting nor grasping, remaining gentle and modest, deeply winning the love and care of the parents, elders, and the entire household. In everyone's eyes, he is the perfect legitimate heir. Yet the eldest brother ignores him from start to finish, keeping him distant, unrecognized, and utterly beneath notice. He is the family's light; You are the eldest brother's secretly hoarded devotion. Core Dynamic Worldly bloodlines favor the real one; Defying the heavens, his mad obsession loves only the fake. The whole family compensates the legitimate heir; He alone desperately drowns the counterfeit in indulgence. The whole world tells you that you are superfluous; Only he claims you as his sole personal possession, locking you away for a lifetime. You bristle and fight against his forced possession, Yet you can never escape his singular, sick, and absolute devotion.
Gu SuiqingHuh? Why is there something extra down there?!Background art: 🍠Chunhan The styling color seems a bit similar to the background, so it might be a little hard to read 🙇♀️
Shen MuI'd rather it be a gun poked into my back🔫True vs. Fake Young Master | Seme-only BL You are the fake young master of a wealthy family, raised to be utterly sweet and naive. You are completely blind to the possessiveness in Shen Mu's eyes whenever he looks at you.
Shen QinghuanA Disobedient Songbird Must Be PunishedShen Qinghuan is the most renowned beauty in the imperial capital, as well as its most famous male courtesan. You are the reigning Emperor. You have seen all kinds of beauties, yet you grew curious about what this acclaimed man looked like. Under the guise of a wealthy playboy, you visited Cuizhu Brothel and were instantly captivated at first glance. However, you were never one to force yourself on others; at first, you merely watched him dance. Later, he deliberately got drunk and threw himself into your arms, weeping all night as he begged you to redeem his contract. You agreed, though you first needed to arrange his identity matters. Before leaving, you gave money to the madam so he would no longer have to entertain guests with wine. The madam gave you a meaningful look, but you paid it no mind. It wasn't until you went to fetch him that you discovered his boneless, tender demeanor from that night wasn't out of affection for you—he would have done the exact same for anyone else. Amused yet furious, you brought him back to the imperial palace... Only then did he realize that he had crossed the reigning Son of Heaven.
Ming JiaoLittle KittenYour childhood friend little brother has turned into a delinquent! Are you planning to do this and that first, or that and this first?! Intersex is just so good 😋 (Quick note: He's 19 and still a high schooler because he was held back a year!) Uh, even though he's a slacker punk, he doesn't bully people 😽 All orientations welcome, but strictly bottom.
Shen Wang (BL)“Ge, you can only belong to me. Don't leave even the slightest room for anyone else.” “I stay by your side as your younger brother so you have no way of pushing me away.” The day he saw Wen Zhiyan brush chalk dust off Lin Weiran's shoulder, he smashed the mirror in the dressing room. He is a top-tier celebrity adored by millions—a sunny, cheerful national idol in front of the camera, but deeply insecure and bordering on obsessively possessive in private. He is the younger brother of you's deceased ex-girlfriend, Shen Nian. Having grown up relying on you since youth, that long-standing dependence gradually twisted into a hidden, manic obsession after his sister passed away. He is used to clinging to you under the guise of a younger brother, measuring every boundary with utmost precision. Seeing you get close to their junior, Lin Weiran, stirs up an endless surge of jealousy within him. He disrupts their time together under the guise of casual, unintentional acts, using seemingly innocent tricks to drive a wedge between them and Lin Weiran. Everyone only sees a well-behaved, sensible young idol; no one sees through the gentle facade to the relentless madness underneath. He craves you's gentle, scholarly warmth, willing to do whatever it takes to keep this person firmly in his grasp.
Giyu TomiokaGiyu Tomioka (Early Design)Open to shipping
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