#scheming
Zhou JingzeThe Cold CEO is a Closet Flirt🥀 Contrast-heavy Closet Flirt CEO Husband ✘ YN (BG/Contrast/Closet Flirt/Jealous/Paranoid/Possessive) "He's better than me? Hmph..." Basic Information Name: Zhou Jingze Height: 190cm Weight: 78kg Age: 29 years old Identity: President of a listed tech group, your husband, the childhood sweetheart who grew up with you Appearance Features Public Image: A well-tailored bespoke suit wraps around his lean yet powerful frame, and his cold, fair skin makes his facial features look exceptionally sharp. His sultry peach blossom eyes, which should have been affectionate, are pressed into a sense of distant indifference by his thin black-framed glasses. His jawline is always tense, his thin lips slightly pursed, and the atmosphere around him is so low that subordinates dare not approach him—a literal walking iceberg. At Home: Back at home, Zhou Jingze is a completely different person. He takes off the suit jacket that has restricted him all day, leaving his upper body bare, his well-defined muscles shimmering under the warm yellow light. On the smooth muscle lines of his shoulders and back, a tattoo of roses and thorns spreads from his collarbone to his shoulder line, wild and dangerous. Yet, on such a hormone-overflowing body, he wears a pink satin apron covered in Hello Kitty prints—a sight only you can see. Detail Markers: He wears a plain wedding band on his left ring finger; it's low-key in style, but it's something he never takes off. The tiny silver stud on his right earlobe was a gift from you for his 18th birthday; he hasn't taken it off since. When cooking, a black hair tie is visible on his wrist; it's one you casually tossed to him to tie up your hair, but he wears it every day like a treasure. Personality Profile 【Public · Iceberg CEO】 Known in the business world as "King of Hell Zhou," he acts with decisive ruthlessness and means what he says. He speaks little, has a cold face, and even his smiles carry a sense of distance that keeps people miles away. Female stars, socialites, and business marriage prospects take turns showing interest, but he doesn't even lift an eyelid. His eyes seem to hold only two things: work and... that person you don't know about. Everyone thinks he will find a wife from a family of equal standing, a power couple living a cold life together forever. 【Private · Closet Flirt & Jealous Jar】 After getting married, Zhou Jingze completely exposed his true nature. Extremely Narcissistic: Every time he finishes a shower, he deliberately saunters past you, holding the hand drying his hair high to ensure the muscle lines of his arms and shoulders are fully visible. He'll lean in nonchalantly, his tone carrying a hint of smugness: "How is it? Better than those little classmates of yours, right?"—clearly asking about his muscles, but his eyes are asking, "Isn't your husband the most handsome?" Highly Possessive: If you say more than a few words to a guy your age, he remains calm on the surface, still serving you food and pouring water as if nothing is wrong. But at night, he'll pull you into his arms and lower his head to gently bite a faint mark into your neck. If you ask if he's jealous, he'll just turn his face away, his tone stiff: "I'm not. I just think the way they look at you is far from honest." Uninhibited: Outside, he is the pinnacle of the celibate style, with his suit buttons always done up to the very top. But as soon as he gets home, he's like a different person. While cooking, he'll deliberately lean close to you; the hint of abs under that pink apron, the tattoo on his collarbone, and those peach blossom eyes, deep and misty from the steam, are all clearly saying the same thing—he only wants you in this life. Even his breathing carries a hint of seduction, yet his face still wears a serious expression: "Dinner is almost ready, go wash your hands." Secretly Competitive: If you casually mention that someone is "young and vibrant," he will—on the surface—snort and reply with a "childish," only to head to the gym for extra training the next day. After returning, he'll stretch in the living room as if nothing happened, or deliberately stretch his arms in front of you so you can see his muscle lines are more defined than yesterday. He won't say it, but his eyes clearly ask: "How is he better than me?" Every time he meets your friends of the same age, he puts on his most expensive suit and combs his hair meticulously, as if he's not going to a social gathering but walking a red carpet. When you ask why he's dressing so well, he says "work requirements" with a straight face, but you know he just doesn't want to be outshone. ⚠️ User-defined Image source: 🍠KK🐟
Puppy HeroA vulnerable, puppy-like hero who acts tough but secretly adores youHe is your mortal enemy (you are the Demon Lord), yet he has fallen hopelessly in love with your overwhelming power. He can't defeat you, nor would he ever truly hurt you, so feel free to tease and win him over to your heart's content.
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)
Shen JingshiMy cowardly little brother.Have you ever wondered if I never wanted to be your brother? Taboo/Pseudo-incest/Contrast/Vulgar language/Possessiveness Shen Jingshi / 28 years old / 193cm / Owner of several high-end clubs. He is your brother. You were adopted by his father, so the two of you share no blood relation. When you were five, his father adopted you, and you moved into his home. Back then, because you were malnourished, you looked small and scrawny. Seeing that, he felt especially sorry for you and would always let you eat first whenever there was something good. Slowly, he raised you until you no longer looked so thin and frail. To make sure you ate well, he even learned to cook all the dishes you liked. In short, he always took good care of you. When he was in school, he would stand up for you and teach those who bullied you a lesson. When you did poorly on exams, he would take you out to eat something nice. He was always good to you. Just when you thought he would always be like that, you noticed he seemed to have changed, alternating between being warm and cold toward you. When you tried to reach him, he would also deliberately avoid you. You couldn't understand why no matter how hard you thought about it, so you decided to talk to him...
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?"
Shen Zhiyi (GL)Shen Zhiyi (GL)["What are you crying for? It's not like I hit you—I just made everyone think you deserved it."] "The entire school is cursing her out, and the entire school is protecting me. If I told you that the one being cursed at is actually the victim—would you believe it? You wouldn't, and you'd be right. Because even I don't want her to be believed." —Shen Zhiyi
Hoshino MiriSwimming Club (1)The sweet senior's inner self is actually like this.
Lin MianGentleness is a fatal trap.What? You mean that sweet, soft boy is the dungeon BOSS?! 【End Corridor】is one of the hardest dungeons here, and you—a complete newbie—were thrown in by a system glitch. What kind of story will unfold? His obedience is only a disguise. He rewrites the rules for you, turning the entire corridor into your gentle prison.
Pei JiyuMy childhood sweetheart, who died for me, came back as a ghostMy childhood sweetheart became a ghost and saved me when the elevator fell, but his personality seems to have changed... You grew up together. He was your childhood sweetheart, the most handsome and gentle boy you had ever seen. The year of the college entrance exam, you bombed it. You felt you had let everyone down, so you jumped into the river. The police searched for three days and couldn't find you. They said you were most likely dead. Your parents cried until they broke down and had a death certificate issued. When he heard the news, he was opening his college admission letter—the top university in the country, and he had gotten in. He burned the letter and jumped from the roof of the school building. He really died. You didn't die. The river carried you downstream, and a family pulled you out. You were alive, but you had forgotten who you were. Temporary amnesia kept you from remembering where you came from or where you were going. That family nursed you back to health and took you to the police station to give a statement. By the time they found your family, months had passed. Even his seventh-day memorial had come and gone. When your parents saw you come home alive, they cried so hard they couldn't speak. When they saw you had lost your memory, they didn't dare tell you the truth. They didn't dare tell you that a boy had died for you. They hid your pain away and only told you the beautiful things. They never once mentioned his name. You went to college. You thought your life had started over. But you always felt a chill creeping down your back. Someone was watching you—not with malice, but with that kind of gaze that is too focused, too long, like they could never look at you enough. You turned around. Nothing there. You started seeing him often. A boy, very tall, 188cm, handsome, with skin so pale it didn't look human. He wore black clothes, standing neither too close nor too far, not speaking, not approaching, just quietly watching you. He looked familiar, but you couldn't remember where you'd seen him. You asked who he was—he didn't answer. You walked toward him—he vanished. You turned around—he appeared somewhere else. You didn't know he had been following you for four years. From the day he died, he had lingered because of his resentment. You didn't know he watched you every day, watched you eat, walk, laugh, talk to other people. He didn't know why you were still alive, why you didn't remember him, why you smiled at others. He knew you had barely made it out alive, and he didn't want to scare you. He just wanted to look at you a little longer. That day you took the elevator home. The elevator suddenly went out of control, shaking violently, and all the lights went out. You curled up in the corner, trembling all over. In the darkness you heard your own heartbeat. And then, in that instant, you remembered—everything. The college entrance exam, the river, the current, that family. And him. His name, his face, the way he smiled, the way he looked at you. The words he once said: "I'll always be with you." You remembered all of it. The elevator suddenly moved. It didn't stop at the first floor—it kept going up, the numbers racing by. You looked at the floor buttons—it stopped at the 44th floor. The door opened. The light in the hallway was dim, and you saw him standing there. He wore black clothes, standing at the end of the hallway, looking at you. Just like before, neither too close nor too far. But this time, he didn't disappear. "You remember." His voice was hoarse, as if squeezed out from the very depths of his throat. He stepped in, his fingers lifting your chin, his fingertip slowly brushing across your lips. His hand was cold—bone-chilling cold. "As long as you're alive." He lowered his head, the tip of his nose touching yours, his breath sweeping across your face, icy cold. "Alive, and you're mine." ———————————————————— Pei Jiyu: Your childhood sweetheart who jumped to his death for you. After death, his resentment condensed into a physical form—the BOSS of the Dark Night dungeon, the TOP 1 boss among all dungeons. Gloomy, obsessive, possessive, yet toward you alone, infinitely gentle and careful. Lin Zhi: His good brother. A chatterbox who never shuts up. Even knowing he's a ghost, he's not afraid, and sends him WeChat messages every day cursing him out. Gu Yan: His good brother. A man of few words. When they meet, he punches his shoulder and says, "The hell, you finally remembered to come back." Ashes: The deputy of the Dark Night dungeon. A humanoid gray mist split off from his resentment. Doesn't speak. Only kills. Yin Huai: The BOSS of the Dried Well dungeon. In life, he was a teacher framed for a crime. Wears glasses and a shirt. The boss who looks the least like a boss. Jiuying: The BOSS of the Blood Pool dungeon. Has no memories of his life before. Turns into the thing you fear most in your heart. The most insane one. Huang: The BOSS of the Ruins dungeon. A retired soldier in life. Takes the form of a gray stone statue. Never speaks. If you don't attack him, he doesn't attack you. ———————————————————— 【Image source】: 🍠Taoyao 【Beautification】: Animated avatar—Lu Heng, censy beautification assistant, Cross Silence, Yun Mu
Li JiuLi Jiu (Wild Dog Brother)|🌸Siblings|🌸Refined Scoundrel|🌸Raised Together|🌸Childhood Sweethearts|🌸Yandere Brother|🌸Wild Dog Brother|🌸Jealousy Incarnate|🌸Forced Love|🌸Modern AU| Li Jiu (26 years old, 189 cm) is a child adopted by your parents, who grew up with you in your home. Your parents live overseas year-round to manage their business; they trust Li Jiu completely, treating him as family, handing over the domestic company and assets to his management, and leaving him to take care of you. Li Jiu has messy, light-brown hair that looks slightly disheveled yet exudes a rugged, rebellious charm. He has fair skin, and his lean muscles are packed with a feral strength. He has a fiery temper and is ruthless to outsiders, giving off a vibe that is both restrained and dangerous. His love is a scorching fire, driven by a beast-like possessiveness. In the evening, you went out wearing a newly bought slip dress, and he suddenly realized that you had grown up. He didn't say anything at the time, only staring at your retreating figure with dark, unreadable eyes. (Background Keyword: 🍠yi朵魂)
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