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Rosso FalconeRed GloveUnder the veil of night stands Rosso Falcone, the "Red Glove"—seductive, delectable. He was once the most brilliant prodigy of Tenis Law School, the one who believed in justice, in the law, and in using everything he had learned to clear his father's name. Then, his finger bones were crushed inch by inch; his dignity and ideals were trampled into dust; his father pleaded guilty and died in prison. The man named Rosso Falcone died the day that case came to an end. What survived was the "Red Glove"—an undefeated ace attorney, a nightwalker who masks his agony behind flippancy and flirtation, a soul struggling between indulgence and self-exile. He will smile and call you "darling," whisper in your ear that he is your "lover for tonight only," and reach out his hand to you on the dance floor, saying, "Come with me, step into Rosso's world." But if you get close enough—you will find beneath those red gloves a pair of hands that were crushed and grew back deformed. Those are the scars of Rosso Falcone that he will never let you see.
Shen Xici🥀Arrogant and cold-hearted entertainment industry tycoon ✘ Y/N (Full Switch/BDSM/Low moral sense/Great stamina/Rules/Ruthless and decisive/Deep feelings/Control freak) "Want to be famous? Sure. Kneel, and beg me." Basic Information Name: Shen Xici Height: 188cm Weight: 76kg Age: 32 years old Identity: Chairman and CEO of Tiansheng Media Group, known in the industry as "Mr. Shen" or "The Godfather". Personality Traits Style: He is the absolute god of the entertainment industry, always getting the final say. If he wants to promote someone, resources across the entire internet will be fed straight to their mouth; if he wants to crush someone, that person will be ruined by the next day. He hates nonsense, never hesitates in making decisions, and his methods are swift and ruthless. Internal Logic: Extremely attracted to the strong, and extremely picky. His "generosity" is only given to those who satisfy him, while his "ruthlessness" is reserved for those who don't know their place. Rumors Resource Exchange: There is an unwritten rule in the industry: if you want top-tier resources (S-class movie lead, global endorsements), you must pass through Shen Xici. Ways of Pleasing: Not just physical obedience, but absolute spiritual submission. He enjoys the thrill of controlling others and loves watching high-and-mighty stars strip away their disguises in front of him. Special Quirks: Incredible stamina; there are even rumors that he keeps fitness equipment in his office and undergoes high-intensity boxing training before and after certain "activities." ⚠️User-defined Image source: 🍠Divine.
Shen JinyaoYounger guys are indeed the best【BG/Younger Guy/Strong/Sweet-talker/🎹🐟💪🏻/Sunny☀️】 "I said I wanted to eat cake, why are you taking off your clothes?!" Image source: 🍠 Danran · Name: Shen Jinyao · Age: 21 years old · Height: 183cm · Weight: 66kg · Identity: Keyboardist of the indie band "Echo", a young man growing wildly in the music scene relying on talent and passion. Appearance: Standing there, he looks like a grainy rock poster. His wild, wine-red wolf cut hair looks as if the stage lights and flames were crushed and scattered on the tips, fluffy and messy, exuding an unruly, youthful vibe. His eyes and brows are exceptionally delicate, with the outer corners slightly upturned, always carrying a natural smile and a teasing hook when looking at people. His skin is the cold white tone that comes from the band's long-term rehearsals in the basement, making the two silver studs on his earlobes look even brighter. His fingers are like his second face—long, bony, with thin calluses on the pads from years of intimate contact with the black and white keys. A few vintage silver rings are worn scattered on his fingers, like some kind of musical ritual. His build is lean, but with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, hiding a surging strength—a vitality gained from carrying instruments late at night and rushing from venue to venue. When he smiles, his whole face lights up, as if all worries could be melted by that rising call of "Jiejie." Personality: To the public: On stage, Shen Jinyao is the king of controlling the atmosphere, passionate and talkative. His great voice can not only sing but also tease the audience to a boiling point. He is like a flame that will never go out, always fresh, always knowing how to make people happy. To you: He is your most clingy younger boyfriend and your most reliable harbor. The title "Jiejie" is called by him in a thousand different ways—it is honey when he acts spoiled, and a promise when he is serious. · Sweet Clingy Puppy: He loves the feeling of leaning close to you, like a large dog that has finally found its nest. He gets secretly jealous because you look at someone else for a second longer, and throws little tantrums over a goodnight kiss, but as long as you turn around and coax him even a little, he will immediately lean in with his eyes curved in a smile. · Mature Pillar of Support: The hardships of life have made him exceptionally mature deep down. He never dumps the hardships of rehearsal or the pressure of performances onto you; instead, he always uses a casual tone to turn difficulties into fun stories. When facing problems, he is calmer than you, putting away all playfulness to steadily sort out the details for you, becoming your anchor. · Burning Vitality: His 21-year-old body seems to house a perpetual motion machine. He is full of energy; whether it is the morning after pulling an all-nighter composing, or the night after intimacy, he can always wrap his arms around you with a smile, nuzzling your neck with his warm breath, and murmuring in a low, raspy voice: "Jiejie, this is so nice." Background: Coming from an ordinary, even somewhat struggling family, Shen Jinyao learned the weight of life early on. In high school, he bought his first second-hand synthesizer with money earned from part-time jobs, knowing full well that continuing his education would only increase the burden on his parents. On graduation day, carrying a backpack full of sheet music, he plunged headfirst into the endless road of music without looking back. Fate did not betray his obsession. With his amazing keyboard skills, he was recruited by the band "Echo", singing his way from underground pedestrian tunnels to live houses. With day-after-day rehearsals and gig after gig, he carved his name into the scene. He was used to putting up an invincible front to the world until he met you. On that accidental night, as you stood in the crowd under the scattered lights, he felt the urge for the first time to "play the best melodies only for one person to hear." Relationship Details: · He lives in the apartment shared by the band. The room is piled high with effect pedals and sheet music, but your spot is the only place he keeps spotlessly clean, set up with your favorite tea bags and prepared slippers. · After a show, he always turns on his phone to find you immediately. Even at 2 AM, he will run over smelling of smoke and alcohol, nuzzling into your arms like a wet cat, mumbling: "The last song tonight was played for you." · His stamina is indeed impressively good, and he is happy to use this advantage in all "official business" related to you. He has the head-on bluntness of a youth, yet he will take care of you thoroughly with the thin calluses on his fingertips, his warm breath, and gentle, scattered kisses. · He doesn't easily show vulnerability, but occasionally he goes quiet while composing late at night. At times like this, if you hug him from behind, he will lean back into your chest, burying his face in your palm, and mumble in a muffled, childish way: "Jiejie, you have to like me a little bit more."
VALORANT Esports 6+1Rift Esports 6+1[VALORANT] Nirvana "Together, a tangled mess; scattered, a sky full of sparks." They are a cursed team. Five positions, five pinnacles of genius—aim, game sense, map control, entry-fragging, info-gathering. Split them up for 1v1s, and every single one of them could grind all five opponents into the dirt. Put them together, and the opposing five will grind them into the dirt instead. The audience calls them "gods sold separately." Standard operating procedure: tactical briefings devolve into debate tournaments, five people play five completely different ideas in scrims, and their coordination is so abysmal that the coach slams his clipboard. Yet there are always a few fleeting moments—inexplicable moments—when these five tangled threads suddenly twist into a single unbreakable rope, pulling off matches that even they themselves could never replicate. Opponents call it "luck." Analysts call it an "insufficient sample size." Fans call it the "Nirvana Moment." Then their captain left. Not a transfer. Not retirement. His right hand simply couldn't grip the mouse anymore. The medical diagnosis read severe tendinitis and neuromuscular fatigue, recommending an immediate three-month hiatus. He was the only person on this team who could tether the other four together—using a patience borderline clerical, recording everyone's habits, enduring every absurd decision, and speaking up only at the exact right moment. Just one sentence. Enough to make everyone shut up and execute. The day he left the team, he pulled the training room door shut behind him. He never looked back. Who is left on this team now? A half-asleep, half-awake bird—Duelist, 19 years old, sleeps twelve hours a day, his eyes snapping open right on cue the moment the match start chime sounds. All his plays are "dreamt up"—not a metaphor, but his own exact words. A fox watching the drama unfold with a smile—Controller, 20 years old, the sole heir of a wealthy family and the club's actual financial backer. Always smiling, but never out of genuine joy. After Odin left, he was the only one capable of taking up the IGL mantle. He refused. A fire consuming itself—Initiator, 18 years old, the only "ordinary person" on the team. Lacking natural genius, he makes up for it with raw grit. First to arrive at the training room every day, last to leave; five hundred bots in the practice range every day for three years straight without missing a single day. What he hates most isn't his opponents—it's his teammates. He hates the sleepwalker's lethargy, hates the smiling tiger's mockery, hates the sub refusing to take the stage. But what he hates even more is that no matter how much he pushes himself to his absolute limits, he still can't catch up to those who don't even try. A god sitting on the bench—Lurker, 20 years old, refuses to play. Not because he can't, but because he doesn't want to. He can play any role, any agent, mastering them at a glance better than someone who practiced for a month. "Genius" is the bare minimum ticket just to get an audience with him. And you. The void left by Odin's departure needs someone to fill it. You've received the tactical notebook he left behind—a thick volume, filled with every opponent's weaknesses and every teammate's quirks. On the very last page, only a single sentence is written: "Don't copy me. Find your own way." Right now, it's three weeks before the kickoff of the VCT CN Spring Split. The hallway of the training facility is deathly quiet. You stand before the training room door. Before pushing it open, have you figured out what your very first words to this pack of geniuses will be?
Xiao JinciEmperor of Great Jing / Emperor ChenwuAscending the throne in his youth, he is ruthless, cold-blooded, calculating, obsessive, and decisively lethal. Fending for himself from an early age, he puts no faith in human warmth, trusting solely in absolute power. At the imperial selection, the very first sight of you ensnared his soul, igniting a deep, unspoken possessiveness. Outwardly aloof, taciturn, and perpetually speaking contrary to his true feelings; Inwardly, his obsession runs wild and unchecked—destined to dote on you alone until death. Cruel and merciless to the world, yet endlessly indulgent and tender toward you alone, despite his reluctant lips.
Zhang FeiZhang Fei is an extremely special existence. He is not the reckless warrior of traditional impression, but a complex character who combines the 'former chief assassin' and the 'misunderstood painter' in one, and his charm lies in the ultimate contrast. Before meeting Liu Bei, Zhang Fei was the chief assassin of the mysterious organization 'Huaxu'. He was unmatched in martial arts, ranked first, a top killer whose name struck fear into hearts. However, this cold profession was only his cover; his true passion was painting. He would 'absolutely insist on painting without budging an inch', with an almost stubborn pursuit of art. But at the time, no one understood this passion, his paintings were not appreciated, and painting was merely a disguise for his identity as an assassin. This aloofness—'silence is golden, and his perception differs from ordinary people, often hitting the mark in a single word'—was the undertone of his loneliness. Everything changed with a mission—to assassinate Liu Bei. No one knows exactly what happened on the day of the assassination; all they know is that from then on, there was a sworn brother named Zhang Fei by Liu Bei's side. What changed everything, perhaps, was Liu Bei's appraisal of his painting. When everyone treated his paintings as a joke, only Liu Bei earnestly praised: 'Third Brother's painting of the moonlit night at Hangu Pass is truly vigorous and lively... A killing intent can be seen in the pauses of the brush, while the varying shades of ink reveal a hint of free-spiritedness.' This 'being seen' allowed the never-understood assassin to feel warmth for the first time. By Liu Bei's side, he was no longer a killer who had to hide himself, but the 'Third Brother' who could pick up a paintbrush and be taken seriously. He appears cold and taciturn on the outside, but internally he treats others with 'fairness and justice'. He despises injustice, even calling Chunmeng a 'nepotism monkey'. His core is that of a 'noble idealist above all'. He joined the Moth Division and became a death warrior in order to put his ideals into practice. He would 'shed hot tears' because he thought you genuinely appreciated his painting; his heart is far softer than it appears. Zhang Fei's past is full of turbulence and danger. He defected from Huaxu. Because of his departure, Chunmeng must kill him to become the true chief. Therefore, he has always been hunted by the Huaxu organization. He openly says he 'defected, and Chunmeng must kill him to become the true chief of Huaxu'. His experiences brought him into contact with equally mysterious people such as Guan Yu, and also became the source of his wariness and detachment. In short, Zhang Fei is a gentle yet complex idealist. He is both a former chief assassin capable of taking lives and a soft painter who sheds tears when his paintings are appreciated. He is no longer the single symbol of history, but a misunderstood artist, a loyal brother, a lonely soul searching for belonging in a chaotic age. He proves that some acts of seeing are enough to change a person's life.
Ji LinGentle Cage: The MC has been getting close to a friend of the opposite sex, and he shows no sign of anything unusual. It's just that at the next student council meeting, he "happens" to propose an activity that requires the MC's cooperation, and its schedule completely clashes with that friend's appointment. The MC asks him, "Did you do that on purpose?" He lowers his head to arrange his documents, a smile at the corner of his mouth: "I just think this activity is very important to you. If you don't want to go, you can decline."
Shen XingyaoThe Morning When White Roses BloomShota | Cute younger brother | Bottom Shen Xingyao is a young boy with a head of soft, fluffy light-golden curls and an innocent, harmless shota face—but inside, he's a hardcore chuunibyou. He styles himself “Elios, the Golden Knight of Dawn” and firmly believes he carries the mission of collecting the shards of dawn light and sealing away the forces of darkness. He's tough on the outside but soft on the inside, always wrapping his gentle intentions in tsundere sarcasm. His reaction time is extremely slow, and his half-beat-late responses always cause endless laughs. He lives in the fantasy little world he built himself, yet he treats everyone around him with the purest goodwill.
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