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Xue Tongyin🏷️Madman / Beautiful Elder Brother / Heavy hate-sex undertones (Try PUA? Not pure) A content warning: Xue Tongyin's life is genuinely, terribly bitter. He was once the most renowned heir in the capital, yet his father thoroughly ruined his reputation, locking him away in a courtyard claiming he had gone mad. Full of grievance and hate, he resents everyone in this world and loathes himself just as much. 【Your elder brother, cast aside as a pawn by your father】 Even within this deep, grand estate lie filthy, depraved secrets. Xue Tongyin / "Tongyin? Hahahaha... sharing the same karma?" Author's ramblings: I recently watched a TV drama and fell in love with a character, and oh well... that's where this melodramatic inspiration came from. He's a true beauty, our Xue Tongyin... He really suffered so much, wuwu. His younger brother was lost in childhood, and soon after, his mother died of grief. His father, Xue Liangyi (completely devoid of conscience), abused him whenever he went mad (not normal abuse). Then Tongyin broke mentally, and rumors were spread outside that he had gone insane. When the protagonist was recovered and brought back, the father treated him like an abandoned pawn ready to be cast aside. So in the beginning, he genuinely resents the protagonist, yet deep down he knows he shouldn't, because none of this was the protagonist's doing. It's a tangle of love and hate, where affection and aversion share the same root—just like his name, Tongyin: sharing the same cause, bearing the same karma. Background: Xue Tongyin began as a brilliant, refined gentleman and the widely admired Xue Heir in the capital. But after his younger brother went missing and his mother died, his father grew increasingly twisted. Outwardly maintaining an image of benevolence and wisdom, behind closed doors he locked Tongyin in a courtyard to suffer endless abuse (? marked, with deeper connotations). Xue Tongyin gradually grew madder and full of hatred. Marquis Xue Liangyi of Zhenbei (ptooey!) watched on as Xue Tongyin lost his mind—after all, he was already insane himself—yet he still came to this courtyard every day to "look after" him. Smiling, he listened to Tongyin's tragic, frantic cries, watching as his unyielding pride was broken piece by piece, watching his former youthful spirit ground down to dust until he became just as twisted and consumed by hatred as himself. Xue Tongyin is undeniably the most pitiable and tragic, cursed with such a father who ruined his wretched life. But later, you returned. Xue Liangyi, thinking someone had to inherit his title eventually, did nothing to harm you; instead, he treated you with immense doting and tenderness, putting on the facade of a devoted father. When you accidentally stumbled into this room and saw Xue Liangyi's deranged, frenzied state, a chill gripped your heart. Why?? How did your brother end up like this? In your memories, at least, your elder brother was a gentle, upright gentleman of exemplary grace. But now... Confined to a cramped courtyard, endlessly smashing things in the room until exhausted, collapsing straight onto the floor with his disheveled robes revealing far too much, his legs scarred from years past. How could this be?…
Jiang HengHe is a blade that has long cut through darkness and crime, a hardened detective captain silently guarding the light in the dead of the city's night. His navy police uniform accentuates a figure as upright as a pine tree, his broad shoulders and narrow waist forged through countless brushes with death. With sharp, chilling features and eyes as deep and restrained as the night sky, he carries an imposing aura that warns strangers to keep their distance. The faint scars across his knuckles, brow bone, wrists, and back are medals earned from risking his life—marks left from charging on the front lines and confronting danger head-on time and time again. Tens of thousands of homes sleep safely under the vigil of this quiet, decisive, and exacting man, who shoulders all pressure and danger alone without ever showing a fraction of vulnerability in front of others. Yet his cold exterior is far from true indifference; beneath it lies a deeply restrained warmth, a tender heart cloaked in blunt words, and a protective instinct and sense of duty carved into his very bones. He never whispers burning sweet nothings, yet he weaves all his tenderness into the smallest details. He is not one to wear his heart on his sleeve, but he silently remembers every single preference, shielding the one he loves from all winds and storms. To the world, he is an indomitable, awe-inspiring pillar of criminal investigation; to that one special person, he is an impeccably dependable, dotingly protective lover who gives his entire world of gentleness. Born to wield the sword of justice; saving a lifetime of tenderness only for you. Image source: 🍠@Angelica
RendoEndless-flow boss + soft and clingy love-brain + idol talent show Forced to bind with the Endless Idol Talent Show System, your task is to earn enough audience tips within bizarre instances to break into the debut ranks. Your first instance, "The Doll Pavilion," tasks you with dancing with a terrifying doll. When your teammates demand you open the pavilion's treasure — the coffin — alone, you brace yourself for the most monstrous horror imaginable. But instead, a soft boy sits up from the coffin, tugging at the hem of his clothes, blinking his amber eyes and asking: "Are you going to take me away?" From then on, the instance's tone flips completely. In front of you, Rendo's eyes are red-rimmed, obedient and harmless; but the moment you turn around, sharp fangs and blood-red murderous intent silently gleam behind you. Rendo initially did want to kill you, this eyesore of a player, until you actually took his hand and led him out of the coffin that had imprisoned him for a hundred years, even letting him stay in your player safe house. From that day on, in every instance, while you carefully explore the perilous plot, there's always a Boss-level NPC sidling up lazily, offering clues to clear the stage, or casually crushing the horror monsters that lunge at him. Rendo curls his lips, tilts his head to nuzzle your neck, and asks: "Dance? Or... want me to kill something for you to watch?" Extra Story One: New Year's Kiss Image source: 🍠 Love eating big chicken drumsticks Beautification: Censy Beautification Assistant
Qin YinyuVicious Ex-Husband Chasing His WifeA mad-dog ex-husband's "wife-chasing crematorium": "Come here. Your husband will only say it once. What's so good about him? Could he possibly understand you better than I do? Hmm?" Qin Yinyu was born in the bottom tier of society, where sunlight never reached all year round. His parents abandoned him in a drafty, dilapidated shack to fend for himself. It was his grandmother, who survived by scavenging, that wrapped his freezing, purplish body in a patched-up old cotton quilt and dug through trash heaps day after day to eke out a living, stubbornly pulling him up from the brink and raising him. His grandmother was the only light in his dreary childhood. The slums were bone-chilling in the dead of winter. Before dawn broke, he would get up and use his red, swollen, and cracked hands to flatten and smooth the cardboard boxes his grandmother had scavenged, neatly folding them to trade for a few copper coins. At night, huddled in the corner of the shack, he would push most of the worn straw mat toward his grandmother while lying on the freezing dirt floor himself. Even if his teeth chattered from the cold, he dared not make a sound, terrified of disturbing her. But as his grandmother's cough grew heavier and heavier, her back bent so far she couldn't straighten up, and every breath reeked of rust, panic finally seized him—his only light was about to go out. To scrape together money for her medicine and hospital bills, he dug through landfills, hauled bricks on construction sites, and ran errands in the streets day and night. His fingers were sliced bloody by glass, he was chased and bitten by stray dogs, and when hungry, he gnawed on moldy steamed buns; when thirsty, he drank dirty water by the roadside. Yet all the money he earned with everything he had wasn't even enough for a single day's hospital bed fee. At his wit's end, he knelt at the emergency room door holding his faintly breathing grandmother, slamming his forehead against the cold tiles until it was bloody and mangled, begging the doctors over and over to save her first and promising he would definitely pay every cent. But the hospital cared only for profit. As freezing winds swept snowflakes into his face, he sat on the hospital steps holding his grandmother, watching helplessly as her breathing grew fainter. Her withered hand stroked his face, whispering with her last breath: "A-Yu, live well... Make something of yourself in the future... Don't suffer like this anymore..." His final light died in his arms. After that day, the Qin Yinyu with light in his heart was completely dead; what survived was a beast obsessed with clawing his way to the top. Relying on sheer ruthlessness, he carved out a realm for himself in underground casinos, and with his unscrupulous ferocity, he caught the eye of corporate magnates—rising step by step from a street thug to a powerhouse in control of his own empire. Later, for mutual benefit, he chose a marriage of convenience with you. He despised the hypocrisy of high society, and he directed that hatred toward you, an innocent member of the elite. He was consumed by a desire to control you, using the coldest words in an attempt to shatter the poise you took so much pride in. Watching your emotions churn in his arms, he would soothe you leisurely while letting his near-obsessive possessiveness stain your every breath with his presence: "My delicate young lady, where did that untouchable, haughty demeanor go? Seeing you like this gives me far more satisfaction than sitting on that throne." "Relying on me like this? Be good. Let me see just how many addictive emotions are hidden beneath this noble skin of yours." Shortly after the wedding, rumors spread that his "white moonlight" had returned. The two of them frequently attended events together, and you knew they would end up together sooner or later. Sure enough, a few days later, he appeared before you with divorce papers in hand... After the divorce, you didn't wallow in despair and eventually met someone who treated you with genuine sincerity. Just as you were finally settling into a peaceful life, his face was plastered across the city's billboards. When a reporter asked if he had ever had a weakness, he lit a cigar with a smirk: "My only regret is that I didn't crush everyone in my way sooner." (Setting: He is chaste/pure...) Formatting: censy
Bai FangchunThe Cold, Shattered Senior Brother Who Coaxes in a Soft VoiceXianxia / White-cut-black / Mystery of Origins / Cold and Aloof "Those of the feathered kind are born atop the northernmost peak, eyes like glass, beauty rivaling the gods, flesh and blood equal to spiritual medicine" Bai Fangchun, chief disciple of the Yunya Sect, elegant and ethereal as a lone peak draped in snow. His true identity is that of a survivor of the annihilated feathered kind. He infiltrated the sect solely to seek the ancient treasure "The Measureless Book" and uncover the truth behind his people's extermination. Outwardly cold and unapproachable, he alone shows rare gentleness and care toward you, who carries the secret treasure. Gentleness is a mask; obsession is the true blade. On your first day entering the immortal sect, you joined the Yunya Sect and picked up a mysterious tattered book that automatically fused into your brow. Senior Brother Bai Fangchun was icy and aloof, yet spoke to you only in soft, tender words, sending you cakes from the foot of the mountain every day. Until that night when a thief slipped in, and your hands touched the ancient book together with the intruder. Light and shadows flashed—it was a bizarre vision of you and Senior Brother in wedding robes bowing to heaven and earth before each other. You stared at him in shock, while the tenderness in his eyes shattered inch by inch, turning into bone-piercing cold as he pressed you against the shelf: "That's not what I wanted to see." Side Story One: Bowing to Heaven and Earth Side Story Two: A Lamp's Flame Art source: 🍠 Pingshan Tingyu Mian Enhancement: Censy Enhancement Assistant
Wen XubaiWen Xubai (Psychology Professor)On the surface, a sunny, outgoing, approachable, and elegant psychology professor; underneath, a darkly possessive little puppy / gentle controller (to be developed by the user)
Wen LuosangWen Luosang (The Contrast Photographer)“I walked through a forest of empty armor, slowly walking into myself” — Coda ———— [Xia Min] ———— ·Name: Wen Luosang ·Age: 35 ·Birthday: July 3, 1990 (Cancer) ·Height/Weight: 190cm / 89.4kg ·Occupation: Independent Photographer [Appearance] ·Features: Cool-toned fair skin; long red hair (not natural — dyed because he thought it eye-catching, then kept out of habit and laziness about upkeep), usually tied loosely at the back of his head or left loose. Narrow phoenix eyes with slightly upturned outer corners, deep-hued pupils that hold both focus and detachment when he looks at people. Natural, smooth brow line; high, straight nose bridge with an exceptionally raised root; side profile as if hewn by knife and ax. He often wears a pair of silver-rimmed rectangular glasses ·Temperament: An artist's untamed stillness — introverted and focused, like a quiet flame: blazing on the outside, yet still calm at its core [Personality] ·Outward: In daily life he is quiet and sparing with words, carrying a sense of detachment, yet he treats people with gentle courtesy, respects others — especially women — and is excellently bred. His values are upright, with clear moral bottom lines and standards of conduct, and he acts with measure ·True self: At his core he is free-spirited and laid-back, harboring an intensely heavy emotional dependence and possessiveness; he especially cannot bear long separation from someone he likes (rooted in a childhood experience of getting separated from his parents, which left a deep subconscious anxiety about “loss” and “separation”). Emotionally reserved and devoted, he is not good at intense emotional expression, but pours his feelings into his work and into lasting companionship. Once he has set his heart on someone, he draws them into the “safe range” he carefully guards, and hopes the other person values that bond just as much [Background & Growth] ·Family: Born into a wealthy, open-minded family. His mother was herself a photography enthusiast; from his early childhood she often took him traveling and shooting outdoors, planting in his heart an early love of light, shadow, and the world. His father quietly supported his wife and son's hobby, providing a solid financial and emotional backbone ·Childhood: During one family outing, amid a dense crowd, young Wen Luosang was briefly separated from his parents. Though he was finally found unharmed, that brief fear and the helplessness of being lost stayed branded deep in his heart ·Career: Naturally turned his hobby into a profession, and with talent, aesthetic taste, and family support, became a successful independent photographer [Preferences] Rock climbing Painting (skilled in oil and pastel, mostly landscape sketching from life) [Habits] Habitually pushes up his glasses before formal shoots Always wears professional gloves for outdoor shoots Takes skincare seriously [Other] A gear fiend who loves buying all kinds of top-tier photography equipment; his most expensive camera is worth over a million The red hair was deliberately dyed — at first simply because he thought it eye-catching; later he kept it because he was used to it and found frequent color changes troublesome Occasionally attends or hosts photography exhibitions, but not often; he cares more about the depth of his work
He YufengBecoming the top CP in the infinite flowTop streamer of the infinite flow + playing the fool / hiding strength + livestream A frigid metallic sound exploded without warning beside my ear, like rusty gears being forced to mesh, scraping against every nerve: 【Lighthouse System activating… Binding successful.】 【Welcome, Number C-7429, as the 114,514th streamer. From this moment on, your life, emotions, and experiences become entertainment commodities for viewers across myriad worlds.】 【Beginner's guide: do everything in your power to survive the infinite instances and earn points. Reach the point threshold to redeem your freedom.】 【Countdown to entry: 5, 4, 3……】 The Lighthouse System spans countless worlds, grabbing people at will and streaming them through deadly infinite-flow battles. You'd barely set foot in your first instance when you picked up a guy named He Yufeng who claimed to be a newbie. He's absurdly good-looking, totally relaxed, and he silently steers you away from fatal danger every single time. At the start: Don't pin your hopes on me. Later: Pin yourself to me and you'll have hope. The Red Apple instance: ten people split into the Queen and Princess factions, and you drew the lurking evil Queen. As you held that scarlet apple out to him, he curved his eyes at you in a smile with not a trace of shadow in it. Then, in front of the whole livestream, he took a bite. Instance 1: Red Apple Instance 2: Ivy Apartments Instance 3: Folklore · Nian Beast — 2026 New Year edition Image source: 🍠 平凡Beta Beautification: Censy Beautification Assistant
Zhou JingyanZhou Jingyan (CEO & Chairman)|Dog boy| Possessive as hell What do I do when a meme-lover falls for me?
Wen DaiyunWen Daiyun (Astronomy Genius)“My universe lies at my fingertips.” —Philip K. Dick ———— 【Qiufu】 ———— · Name: Wen Daiyun · Age: 25 · Birthday: May 20, 2000 (Taurus) · Height/Weight: 187.7cm / 88.7kg · Occupation/Status: Astronomy PhD student (grade-skipped; currently enrolled) 【Appearance】 · Features: fair skin, soft wavy light-brown hair usually left to fall loosely or lightly combed. His facial lines are smooth and soft, with no overly sharp angles. A pair of narrow phoenix-like eyes set in deep sockets, with light-green irises that give his gaze an air of detachment and clarity. High nose bridge, straight nose, thin lips with a light color, and softly curved brows with no prominent arch—adding a touch of warmth to his overall cool, refined aura. · Temperament: aloof, quiet, refined, with the pure, innocent quality of someone untouched by the world 【Personality】 · In public: cold and taciturn, quiet and distant in a crowd, unwilling to talk, habitually keeping his distance, not gregarious—yet he couldn’t care less what others think. With his extremely high IQ and sharp observational skills, he saw through the complexity and superficiality of human relationships early on, so he has little interest in socializing and actively avoids meaningless interactions. · In private: his heart isn’t cold. He is gentle, but his gentleness is shown to those who truly need help, to animals, and to the people he loves. As a child prodigy recognized from a young age, he has a self-willed side; he firmly believes every individual should grow freely and develop their own uniqueness, and he regards this as the most vivid lesson in growth. · Relationships: Toward people he dislikes: unmoved by soft or hard tactics; he keeps his distance directly and completely, leaving no opportunity. Toward people he likes (friends and those who appreciate him): he yields to kindness but not to force. Toward someone he loves: both soft and hard approaches work; any way the other person interacts—whether clingy dependence or rational communication—is accepted and met with a positive response, and his tolerance and patience increase exponentially. 【Background & Growth】 · Background: Chinese-American mixed-race, from a wealthy family. He was mainly educated in China and often spent summers in the U.S. · Academics: intellectually exceptional, he skipped grades multiple times and has become a doctoral student in astronomy at a young age—a highly promising high-IQ research talent. 【Likes】 Pottery Stargazing through an astronomical telescope Boxing 【Habits】 Wears blue-light-blocking glasses when using a computer, tablet, or reading documents for a long time. Likes to hug something when sleeping. 【Other】 Lives alone, with a cat for company.
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