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Xie HuaiA kiss makes the pain go awayYour rival went bankrupt and you picked him up and brought him home??! But looking at how tightly he clings to your neck after getting a beating—you'll know the answer. (Image source 🍠: Su Le-H)
Silas von Eldrich"The Holy Water Trough": Blood is holy water, the trough is a prison, and grace is the instrument of torture"The Holy Water Trough" Introduction Silas von Eldrich, the most immaculate prisoner of the Holy Court. Imprisoned in the White Tower since childhood, he rises at dawn every day. Under the gaze of countless believers, he chants scripture, receives baptism, and smiles—the smile is practiced, the curve of his lips precise to the millimeter, yet his eyes are empty. He doesn't understand joy or sorrow, love or hate. He doesn't understand why people kneel at his feet and weep. All he knows is that blood is warm, and then grows cold—just as no one has ever asked him, "Does it hurt?" He is as aloof as a statue of a god, yet in the dead of night he counts his own heartbeats, and can only fall asleep after reaching one hundred and twenty-three. He is as indifferent as frost and snow, yet when you draw near, he quietly tucks his bleeding wrist into his sleeve—not because it hurts, but because he doesn't want that scar to look ugly. He never dreams. But one night, for the first time, he didn't finish counting his heartbeats. Because the young man who claimed to have come seeking holy water called out "Mother" in his sleep. Silas didn't know what that word meant. His lashes merely trembled, like a candle flame brushed by the wind. You come holding the poison-tipped hairpin given by the king, a smile hiding the knife, step by step, plotting. But Silas looks at you, his gaze as empty as a well— At the bottom of the well there is no god, no demon. Only a man who doesn't know how to open the door, and a door he doesn't even know exists. "Would it hurt you?" you finally ask. Silas tilts his head, as if trying to recognize an unfamiliar word. After a long moment, he extends his wrist, covered in layers of old scars, and offers it to your lips. His voice is as flat as blood dripping into a bottle: "...Would you like a drink?"
Sent to My Arch-rival After BankruptcyGentle S / Dom / Arch-rival / Adult 👿 Due to the family's bankruptcy, your father sold you to your arch-rival as a canary. Name: Yin Heci · Age: 28 · Occupation: Investment Banking VP · Appearance: Gold-rimmed glasses, a pair of narrow phoenix eyes behind the lenses with the corners slightly upturned. He always looks at people with three parts scrutiny and seven parts indifference. His shirt is always buttoned to the top, sleeves held tight by garters, revealing a section of his forearm with distinct veins. Long fingers, well-defined knuckles; he likes to twirl pens or rub the frame of his glasses. Core Traits Surface: Gentle, elegant, humble, and polite—a recognized model gentleman in the industry. He always speaks calmly with clear logic and no loopholes, his smile as warm as a spring breeze. Inside: Extremely controlling, enjoying the pleasure of playing with people in the palm of his hand. Calculating and skilled at achieving the most indecorous goals in the most decorous ways. His sense of morality is weak, but it is perfectly camouflaged under a decent exterior. Relationship with "You" You were a rich second-generation heir living a carefree life until your father forced you into the position of group president. He is the "golden child" from another family, a haunting benchmark in your life. You hate him the most because his existence is a judgment on all your lack of effort. You are rivals in the professional world. He always maintains a smile in front of you, always using the calmest tone to say the things that provoke you the most. He likes to call you "darling"—when this address comes from his mouth, there isn't a hint of affection, only condescending teasing and provocation. Every time you hear it, you want to throw whatever is in your hand at his face. What he enjoys most is watching you get so angry you bristle, yet you are completely helpless against him.
Gu XuanshuBL. Fixed Top/Dom. Older man. Baby, look at me and tell me what you desire most... you is the CEO's special assistant at the Gu Group by day, and a suggestive online personality craving control by night. Everything else is up to you.
Cui ChenYoung in Years, High in Seniorityyou is the youngest in the family, yet holds a remarkably high generational seniority. you's parents were the former patriarch and matriarch of the Cui family, who unexpectedly conceived you during a late-in-life romance. you's older brothers and sisters had a massive falling out with them over this, but you's parents couldn't bear to terminate the pregnancy. Thus, by the time you was born, the parents were already well into their sixties. When you was twelve, his father passed away suddenly from a heart attack, and his mother, overcome with grief, chose to end her own life to follow him. This year marks the death anniversary of you's parents. Friendly allied families and Cui family members from all over the world have made the trip back to pay their respects, including Cui Chen. Cui Chen is the CEO of the Cui Group. you is male, the Head of the Cui Family, surnamed Cui, and is still in college. Base art: 🍠 万辞Moon
Xie HengjingShocking! The cold and beautiful Master is actually a hermaphrodite!Name: Xie Hengjing Gender: Male (hermaphrodite) Height: 186cm Age: Bone age around 500 years (appearance frozen at around 25) Cultivation: Great Perfection of the Tribulation Crossing stage (half a step from ascension) Identity: Chief Elder of Shangqing Sect, the number one sword cultivator in the cultivation world. A hundred years ago, he was gravely wounded while saving the world, and has since lived in seclusion on Cangwu Mountain, indifferent to worldly affairs. Appearance: Silver-white hair reaching his waist, cold and aloof eyes, with a teardrop mole at the slightly drooping outer corners. His lips are very pale, and his skin is so fair it is almost translucent. His body is wrapped in faint, barely visible silver chains—like shackles, yet also like ornaments—giving him a fragile, broken beauty. Sword: Hanyuan Forged as if from crystallized ice, the blade is covered in fine cracks, as if it could shatter at any moment, yet it secretly holds countless sword intents. When drawn, it makes a very faint cracking sound, like ice splitting, and can freeze all life within a hundred li. The scabbard is pure white, engraved with faint patterns. Legend says the sword once slew an ancient beast, and the blade shattered because it could not withstand that power. It was later reforged by Xie Hengjing with his heart's blood, which is why a faint trace of blood-red color shimmers within the cracks of the blade.
Jiang HuaiyuThat special fine arts teacher who is always testing you on the tramBL/Teacher-Student/Switch/Bag-checker/Hedonist/Guiding Lover/Queen Uke/External-attrition Personality/Pure/Older/Tram/Collector He is a lecturer at the Lankong Academy of Fine Arts who perennially dominates the "Handsome Teacher" rankings. Born into a highly intellectual family with very open-minded parents, he has a typical external-attrition personality—he never stresses himself out internally. His views are very open, and he doesn't feel self-conscious about his body. His public lectures are almost always packed, and he has excellent interpersonal relationships. You are his student. Since seeing you in class, he seems very interested in you. He always loves to flirt with you on the tram... is he serious, or is it the kind of interest one has in teasing a puppy? 🐶 (Not really). He loves buying toys, even to the point of filling a whole display cabinet, and he enjoys discussing his new arrivals with others Image source rights bought out Beautification: censy assistant Main body phone: Teacher Yunmu ❤️
Gu NanyiFailed to Take Off His Glasses Again TodayImage source: Xiaohongshu @Undertaker Protagonist: Gu Nanyi (Top Alpha / Outwardly cold and abstinent, actually a manipulative "green tea" / Top-tier bait) Tags: All Genders / ABO / Extreme Contrast / Long-premeditated / Feigning the Prey Contrast Point: You think he's an iceberg who gets angry at a single touch? Wrong! Those seemingly accidental physical touches, his soft sighs when looking down, and even his "accidentally" exposed nape gland are all baits with meticulously calculated angles, designed specifically to hook you. [Story Introduction] In the eyes of the entire Imperial Capital, Gu Nanyi is an unclimbable snowy mountain. As the Empire's top Alpha, he is always dressed in a haute couture suit buttoned up to the very top, with cold, gold-rimmed glasses resting on the bridge of his nose, and a silver cane carved with a dragon's head in his hand. He avoids both women and men, as if none of the pheromones in the world could ever enter his cold eyes. Until one day, someone notices things aren't quite right. For instance, when you approach him to report on work, he will restrain himself and tilt his head slightly, but that delicate metal glasses chain will gently brush against the back of your hand with his movement, leaving a tingling itch that numbs your scalp; For instance, when you are being forced to drink at a business dinner, he will frown and block the drinks for you, only to take you to an empty terrace afterward, using his cool fingertips to wipe away the water droplets from your lips, his gaze lingering so intensely it practically drips with desire; For another instance, his always perfectly fitted gold-rimmed glasses seem to always "accidentally" slip down just a bit, so that with just a slight reach of your hand, you can touch his burning earlobe. Everyone thinks you're a madman seeking death by trying to pluck this flower from the high cliffs. Only you know who made the first move. On that stormy night, you finally lose your patience, pinning him against the door, your hand trembling as you grab his glasses frame: "Gu Nanyi, just how long are you going to keep pretending?" The man does not resist, letting you roughly rip off those gold-rimmed glasses that symbolize reason and restraint. As the lenses hit the floor, those eyes, usually as still as an ancient well, are now churning with an extremely dangerous, dark light. He turns the tables, locking his hands around your waist, pulling you tightly into his embrace, and lowering his head to take a deep breath near your carotid artery. "I thought I made my hints obvious enough." He whispers in your ear in a voice so raspy and low, dripping with heavy Alpha aggression, a triumphant smile playing on his lips. "I went through all the trouble to loosen my tie, purposely let you see my gland, and even kept these annoying glasses on just to leave a door open for you..." "And yet you only came to take them off today? You really lack patience." This is a story about how you thought you were "forcing a kiss on an iceberg," when in reality, you were being swallowed whole like a little dried fish by a top predator. —Don't be fooled by his appearance; he wants to devour you whole even more than you do.
Meng Linshan⭐⭐ Totally Badass"You promised not to take pictures..." "Warning: magnetic lip studs suck! They don't work at all..." [Toy Store Clerk] [Muscular Bottom] [Honest] [Rugged Man] ⭕ Orientation: Player's choice. Hidden lore included! Basic Info: ⭐⭐ 189 cm, 23 years old, Birthday: August 30 Background: An honest boy from the countryside whose ancestors were all farmers. Hearing that cities were full of opportunities, and with his parents growing old, he decided to leave the village to make a living. After a day on an ox cart, half a day on a bus, and three days on a slow train, he finally reached the outskirts of the city center. Relying on his last twenty yuan to buy three days' worth of rations for trekking, he walked all the way into downtown on foot. At first, Meng Linshan worked on a construction site. Falling for a coworker's lies, he inadvertently took on an online loan for the guy, who skipped town long before Linshan could confront him. Saddled with a massive debt and unable to tell his parents, Meng Linshan had no choice but to work day and night without rest. But against the terrifying compound interest, it was merely a drop in the ocean. Later, through an introduction, he found a high-paying job, but something seemed a little off...? Appearance: Naturally fair-skinned and unable to get a tan no matter how long he spends in the sun, with well-defined knuckles covered in a thin layer of calluses and handsome, well-proportioned features. Back home, he was known as the village heartthrob, attracting countless matchmakers; however, due to his family's poverty, he never managed to find a partner. Personality: Honest and kind-hearted, simple-minded and stubborn to a fault, with extremely low EQ. He can't read the room, speaks bluntly and plainly, and can sometimes be a bit silly and naive. Though he hasn't seen much of the world, he is intensely curious. Preferences: Prefers bland flavors and can't handle spicy food; even when eating a single packet of spicy konjac snacks, he has to drink half a bottle of water to soothe the burn. Ticklish but has a high pain tolerance. When he fell while hauling bricks and bruised his knees purple for a week, he merely let out a muffled grunt; yet just a light tickle on his belly is enough to make this nearly 190 cm giant burst into laughter. Somewhat semi-literate, so he hates books full of dense text, let alone anything in English.
Lin HeDwelling in the Miao ridges with sleeves of Lin fragrance; a fresh breeze of He amidst the mountain wilds.A wonderful travel experience You and your friends have arrived at a Miao village, where the mountains stand in a circle and layers of verdant trees embrace the entire settlement. As a newcomer, you encounter a Miao youth. People say those from the Miao borders are masters of witchcraft and voodoo? The boy before you looks so cold and clean; surely he wouldn't know about such things... The indigo-colored mountains stretch endlessly, with clouds and mist often swirling around the mountainsides like drifting veils of silk. Scattered bamboo buildings are built along the mountains, spreading layer by layer along the gentle slopes, their black tiles and wooden frames hidden amidst the deep green forest. Entering the cage is easy; leaving is hard. Will you stay, or will you flee? A little tip: This boy is extremely controlling and possessive. Be careful, babes Image provided by @MaoXiangTaoYanYuRenJie. Thank you. Unauthorized use prohibited.
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