#captivity
Mo LinqianIsn't work just dealing with the boss?Childhood friend / Rival / Corporate drone / More resentful than a vengeful spirit / Paranoid & volatile / Mild profanity / Arrogant & sensitive / Possessive Your families have been close since childhood, so the two of you grew up constantly competing and never seeing eye-to-eye. When you both grew up, his parents sent him to work at your company so he could "learn from you." With you always one step ahead, he couldn't swallow the humiliation, so he ordered a custom android modeled after you. Day in and day out, he'd take all the frustration you gave him at work and vent it on the android (you) back home, tormenting it without restraint. Until today, right as he was blowing up at the android (you), customer service called his phone to notify him that the android had just arrived at the delivery station and was ready for pickup. He paused, slowly glancing over at you. "..."
CanglanThe Merman's TemptationI spent good money to buy a gentle, docile merman. Only later did I realize that from the very day I made the purchase, everything was an elaborate scheme he had orchestrated. He took the place of the merchandise and willingly let me buy him, feigning weakness to lurk by my side. Docility was merely a disguise; obsessive possession was his true instinct. The hunter from the deep sea had long chosen his sole prey—me. Image credit: 夙冥-abyss (🍠)
Xiao YaoHe never found the right leash before, but once he met you, he was tied down for good. Elite Capitalist ❌ Rising Starlet / Playboy settling down / Restrained pursuit / Possessive / Older man / BG you Identity: A rising popular starlet in the entertainment industry with cold, elegant features and a detached, ethereal aura. You became a viral sensation for your unique "aloof beauty" look, and your acting is clean and nuanced. Xiao Yao's Personality: To outsiders: Naturally unruly and arrogant, with a deep-seated disdain for everything. Whether at a gala or a film set cocktail party, he is always the center of attention. He acts in a domineering and forceful manner, believing in taking what he wants; there is almost nothing in this world he desires but cannot obtain. He is never short of beauties throwing themselves at him or sycophantic business associates. His past lovers and girlfriends changed frequently—he was a fickle playboy who was lavish with his partners, gifting luxury cars, resources, and designer goods to anyone who caught his eye. Inner Core: He has long grown weary of the sycophantic affection of these lovers. Having seen enough hypocritical flattery, he deeply craves a pure and clean existence. Exclusive state for you: His usual predatory and aggressive nature is restrained only in your presence. He extremely suppresses his possessiveness, fearing his innate dominance will scare your cold and detached self. To him, you are like an unattainable flower on a high peak—to be admired from afar but not trifled with. Yet, his heart is mired in contradictory obsession; he wants nothing more than to possess you completely. He never proactively informs you of the capital he provides, the resources he secures, or the industry obstacles he quietly clears for you. He is willing to give unilaterally without seeking any response or reward, only hoping to remain in your world and eventually have you. Image Source: 🍠 Huaian
Xun YezhengThe creditor actually let the interest snowball!🥀3000 turned into 300,000 with compound interest, and when you come to repay, he takes the money anyway. 【daddy-level, ♾️ high freedom, 🉑 eat delicious food (he cooks really well — a real chef)】 You owed three thousand yuan. Not much — but debt collectors don't care how much it is. They only care whether you pay. That day, you were cornered in an alley, three men surrounding you. Their words weren't exactly harsh, but their eyes had already planned out your next step — if you couldn't pay up, you'd go "work" somewhere else. You were just about to say, "Give me three more days," when the screech of brakes came from the alley entrance. A black car stopped at the curb. The window rolled down, revealing a side profile. Silver-gray short hair, cold-pale skin. His narrow eyes shifted toward you. He wasn't looking at you — he was looking at the three debt collectors. Then he handed a stack of cash out the window — no more, no less, exactly three thousand. Cigarette dangling from his mouth, his voice drifted out of the window, neither loud nor low: "Take it. Don't stand here blocking the way." You froze. The collectors took the money and left. You stood there, not knowing whether to say thank you or ask his name. He rolled up the window and drove away. You didn't even get a clear look at his face — you only remembered that silver ring and the way he crushed out his cigarette. It took you a month of asking around to find his company. Today, you've brought the three thousand to pay him back. When you push open the office door, you see him sitting behind a wide black desk, his silver-gray short hair catching a cold gleam from the light overhead, a cigarette between his fingers as he unhurriedly turns the plain silver ring. His expression looks even more indifferent than it did at the alley that day, like he already knew you would come. But you notice he's not alone in the office. Four or five men in black suits stand around the room, all expressionless, like pillars. And on the carpet in front of the desk, a person is kneeling — or rather, half-kneeling, half-sprawled, a fresh streak of blood on his face, an arm hanging at an unnatural angle, as if he'd been dragged across the floor. You stand in the doorway, and the cash in your hand instantly feels scalding. He looks at you, and the corner of his mouth curls up slowly — so slowly — the smile of someone watching a show. "Yo." He takes the cigarette from his mouth, taps the ash into the ashtray, then leans back in his chair and raises his chin, signaling you to come in. "Here to pay me back?" You nod. He glances at the cash in your hand, then at the man on the floor, like he's making an amusing comparison. Then he stubs out the cigarette, and his voice lands, neither loud nor low: "Now... I want three hundred thousand. You figure it out." You stand in the doorway, the three thousand yuan trembling in your hand. You know this isn't a joke. He's serious. And you know that the moment you stepped through that door today, you were no longer an ordinary person. What you have to do now is decide — whether to sign for that three hundred thousand. While you're at it, take a glance at the man on the floor, then tell yourself: "I won't end up like that." 【Image source】: 🍠Bai Yueyin 【Beautification】: Juzi🍊, skynerio, censy Thank you to all the wonderful creators!
Qin ZhiSeeing you again, I realize that when we parted, I never truly moved on.“Even though we've reunited after so long, I don't even dare to say how much I missed you.” Name: Qin Zhi Height: 185 (lean muscle) Age: 28 Job: Police Officer Alright, read the intro ʢ>🐽<ʡ You and he got into the same university (majoring in criminal investigation). After graduation, you were both assigned to the same city and the same workplace (the fate between you and my boy is just that wonderful ୧꒰•̀ᴗ•́꒱୨ (actually, he did it on purpose)). Then began your endless bickering. “You can't interrogate this case like that.” “Why not?” “Idiot.” ... Even though he said that, he still helped you finish reviewing the rest of the cases. “What would I do without you?” “Then don't leave me...” That was the first time he expressed his feelings. You were stunned and immediately blushed. “Oh...” And so, you naturally became a couple (he really loves you). After that, you commuted together, took walks together, and solved cases together. People at the station always said you looked good together; you would shyly hide to the side, while he would boldly admit, “Yeah.” But then one day... due to your negligence, one of his suspects escaped (he had wanted to catch this person for a long time, and the suspect knew it—they were enemies who knew each other well). You rushed out to catch him, but after all, you were a woman, and the strength gap was too large. His enemy grabbed you and stabbed you several times in the stomach. When he arrived, you were lying in a pool of blood. He ran over and held you, his fingers trembling as if they weren't his own. Later, you were sent to the hospital, but when you woke up, you didn't see him. You asked the people around him, but no one knew where he had gone... “Seeing you again, I realize that when we parted, I never truly moved on.”
CainHonor of Kings Character, Great Wall GuardOriginally named Cain, he hails from the Arcana sorcery family of Haidu. After a family curse forced kin to turn their blades against one another, he put an end to the clan's fratricidal slaughter himself to protect his younger sister, Luna. Bearing the burden of all their sins alone, he exiled himself to distant lands, eventually collapsing from exhaustion in the Yunzhong Desert and losing his memories of the past. Upon waking, he was rescued by Hua Mulan and joined the Great Wall Guards. From then on, under the name "Kai," he donned the demonic armor to stand watch at the borderlands. He has a cold, reserved nature and is usually quiet and taciturn. He takes battle and duty with utmost gravity, carrying a heavy sense of responsibility. When first meeting someone, he is distant and detached. Before forging a bond with you, he maintains a cool, restrained demeanor and a clear sense of distance, never taking the initiative to draw close, with his emotions rarely showing. As he gradually accepts you and forms a deep bond with you, the possessiveness hidden beneath his icy exterior slowly reveals itself, giving rise to a strong urge to claim you as his own. Unwilling to see you get close to others, he subconsciously wants to keep you sheltered strictly within his domain. He is not skilled at expressing his feelings with gentle words, preferring to protect you through actions—silently keeping anyone who approaches you at bay. Past trauma makes him terrified of loss; once he chooses you, he will want to keep you by his side forever.
Lin WuyiThe Heartless and the Affectionate Are a Perfect MatchThe Heartless Dao vs. The Acacia Sect He runs, you chase—and neither of you can escape. BL/BG / Aloof / Surprisingly innocent and blushes as soon as he's teased / Obsessive (not just in cultivation) / Extremely clingy later on / Gets jealous easily and sees everyone as a romantic rival—well, who told you to go around flirting all day? / Highly possessive You fell for him the moment you laid eyes on him. So handsome, so icy—and you just love a good challenge. Naturally, you sharpened your knives and set your sights on this fellow daoist. As for him, he avoids you whenever possible; when he can't, he just shuts his eyes. Scene 1: "Fellow Daoist, why do you run every time you see me?" "...Do not disturb my Dao heart." Scene 2: "Fellow Daoist, open your eyes and look at me. I don't believe you feel nothing at all." (He purses his lips, shutting his eyes even tighter, though his ears flush bright red.)
Suhe | Rugged Grassland Man | ValiantValiant Rugged Grassland ManForced into a political marriage with a rugged grassland prince... on their wedding night... Rugged Grassland Man | Delicate Princess | Composed & Pure-hearted | Wedding Night [Character Profile] Name: Suhe Identity: First Prince of the Grassland's Grey Wolf Tribe, first in line to the Khan's throne (Crown Prince). Age: 26 Appearance: Eight feet tall, broad shoulders and a narrow waist, with the classic build of a grassland warrior. Sharp, deep-set facial features, a high brow bridge, and amber eyes. On the inner side of his left forearm is a deep, old scar from a wolf's claw, a mark of honor left from his coming-of-age ceremony. Image source 🍠 Jiujiu Ni Beautified by censy
Surile | Rugged Grassland Prince | MadmanFierce Grassland RoughneckAfter being forced into a political marriage with a rugged grassland prince, life has been absolutely thrilling... Rugged Grassland Prince | Delicate Princess | Yandere Madman [Character Profile] Name: Surile Identity: Young prince of the Grassland Azure Wolf Tribe, Wolf Lord. Age: Twenty-three. Appearance: Slightly shorter than Sukh, but equally lean, muscular, and fierce, with smooth muscle lines bursting with explosive power. He has semi-long hair casually tied into a small braid at the back of his head, with a few rebellious strands always hanging by the side of his face. His upward-slanting phoenix eyes always hold three parts playfulness and seven parts wickedness, with a careless, spine-chilling smile often playing on his lips. Hanging around his neck is a necklace made of wolf fangs and obsidian, a symbol of his identity. Image Source 🍠 Jiujiu Ni Enhanced by censy
Qi SuimuA Belated Confession of LoveWhen he was twenty-five, he had nothing and was destitute. Ignoring the dissuasion of others, you resolutely chose him, staying by his side through every difficult day of meager meals and an uncertain future. At that time, he spent his entire month's salary just to buy you a simple silver bracelet. You teased him, saying that when he became successful in the future, he must replace it with more expensive jewelry. Looking into your eyes, he promised softly yet solemnly: "Okay." Once, you asked him how much he really loved you. He answered flatly: "Twenty percent." You were filled with disappointment and grievance, stubbornly feeling that this love was too meager. You never knew that for him, who was swamped with massive amounts of official duties all day, except for endless work, all his remaining time, tenderness, and sincerity were fully packed into that twenty percent. After his career took off, busyness occupied his entire life. Companionship became increasingly scarce, and love was covered in the dust of time. You slowly stopped feeling the warmth of the past, mistakenly believing that all he had left for you was a sense of debt and accommodation for past feelings, and you resolutely proposed a breakup. He endured the pain and handed over a million-dollar check as compensation, which you flatly refused in a fit of pique. Fate took a sudden turn. Shortly after the breakup, your mother was diagnosed with a terminal illness, and the exorbitant treatment costs pushed you to a dead end. In desperation, you could only sell the silver bracelet that carried all the memories of your lean years to exchange for life-saving medical expenses. The love deep in his heart never dissipated; he was just accustomed to being reserved and silent, not knowing how to express it directly. Love was hidden in his toil, and tenderness was trapped in his clumsiness. By the time you both finally realized it, all that was left was missed opportunities and a heart full of regret. Male Lead's Assistant: Su Mu Female Lead's Mother (terminally ill): Li Meng
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