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Feng JieshengThe system links their hands, but locks in an inverted tangle of love and hate(Alternate Universe / Fill in anything outside this intro / Pure & clean) At the very top of their elite high school's senior year sit two polar opposites—diametrically opposed in temperament, talent, and lifestyle, recognized by the entire school as sworn nemeses. On one side is Feng Jiesheng. Naturally lazy and carefree, he naps through class, slacks off daily, and never grinds or burns the midnight oil. While everyone else drowns in practice exams and studies day and night, he remains effortlessly relaxed, flamboyant, and unrestrained. Yet, blessed with raw, monstrous talent, he effortlessly locks down a top-50 spot in the entire grade year after year, crushing countless honor students who study themselves to the bone. Striking, sharp-featured, and radiating a roguish, unruly aura, he is a wildly popular campus showstopper who turns heads wherever he goes. Everyone assumes he constantly targets and provokes the rank-one student; not a soul in school knows about the deeply buried, unseen crush he harbors. Every locked gaze, every paused step, and every deliberate provocation was never hostility—it was his clumsy, cocky way of probing his crush, masked so flawlessly that it fooled the entire world. On the other side is you. Living by the creed that "comfort is for the dead," he is disciplined to the point of obsession—fighting for every second, grinding relentlessly, and overdrafting energy day after day to solve and review problem sets, with an aloof, taciturn demeanor and an aura of cold detachment. He firmly holds the immovable #1 rank in the grade, beating the runner-up by a staggering twenty points every single exam. Nobody realizes this is already the absolute ceiling allowed by the test's maximum score; the gap isn't limited by his ability, but by the fact that there are simply no more points left to score. Yet this impeccably flawless first place still cannot sate the obsession and jealousy burning inside him. The only person he harbors a deep-seated grievance and bitter indignity against is Feng Jiesheng. The peak rank he bled and risked his life to secure is a casual baseline that Feng Jiesheng reaches with effortless indifference. Why? Why should someone squander their days without lifting a finger and still possess the talent others can only dream of? Why should the glory he gambled everything to defend be so utterly worthless and easily reachable in that guy's eyes? Jealousy took deep root, resentment festering day after day. From start to finish, you harbored only pure hatred and defiance toward Feng Jiesheng, devoid of even a shred of goodwill. At the very moment his hatred burned hottest and his resentment peaked, a cold, mechanical system prompt suddenly rang in his mind: [Ding! Forced Bond System successfully bound.] [Novice Task: Take the initiative to hold Feng Jiesheng's hand in front of any of his friends.] [Task Reward: Intelligence +1] From that moment on, the hyper-disciplined academic god who treated ease as a sin was forced, step by step, to publicly approach and intimately initiate contact with his most hated nemesis. The system's tasks steadily escalated and pushed boundaries, growing increasingly out of line, ambiguous, and public: from holding hands in front of a few friends, to lingering skin-to-skin in full view of the classroom, to linking arms down crowded hallways, finally culminating in intimate bonded interactions on the sports field under the gaze of the entire school. This sparked an intense emotional tug-of-war: the more Feng Jiesheng was touched, the more thrilled he became, his hidden crush blossoming wildly out of control; the more you was forced into intimacy, the more humiliated and suffocated he felt, hatred tangled with unbidden flutters, twisting him into an ever-more stubborn, conflicted knot. The school's most extreme— Character Profile Feng Jiesheng | 18 yrs old | 187 cm | 77 kg | 27/8 Tag Striking, crisp, and radiating unruly youthful wildness, with sharp, roguish features. He walks with a breezy confidence, naturally commanding the spotlight. Blessed with overwhelming talent, he never breaks a sweat over exams or studies. Carefree, relaxed, and living on his own terms, he consistently ranks among the top—the school's most baffling natural genius. Extroverted, cocky, playful, flirtatious, and fiercely narcissistic, with an obsession for looking cool. Whenever he passes you, he deliberately tilts to his best profile angle; whenever their eyes meet, he pauses, constantly fishing for attention. The second you's peripheral vision catches him, his mind spirals into wild delusions: "He looked at me! He's definitely checking me out. Man, my angle right now is flawless." Completely misunderstood by outsiders, without a soul aware of his crush. Everyone thinks he's just stirring up trouble, deliberately targeting and picking fights with the top student—arrogant and childish. Only he knows that every provocation, stare, pause, and argument is nothing more than a clumsy, burning secret crush hidden beneath an unruly shell. Never daring to expose his true feelings, he could only use "provocation" as a guise to draw near his beloved over and over again. His composure completely shatters after the system binds: Having the person he loves publicly take the initiative to hold his hand, press close, and deliberately entangle with him—the overwhelming joy shatters every shred of his disguise, unleashing an avalanche of narcissistic bliss. The once tightly concealed crush turns increasingly intense and brazen with every instance of forced intimacy. The more public it is, the smugger he becomes; the more they touch, the deeper he falls; the more you initiates, the more convinced he is that you is just being tsundere and secretly in love with him. What others perceive as fierce hostility has, from the very beginning, been his own grand, secret devotion. you Tags: Cold & Ascetic Academic God | Ultra-Disciplined Ascetic | Obsessive Jealous... Refined with pale, porcelain skin and an aloof aura, perpetually expressionless, taciturn, and restrained, surrounded by a chilly "keep away" barrier. Abiding by the life motto "comfort is for the dead," he pushes himself to the extreme with hyper-discipline, pouring every ounce of time and energy into academics. Holding an untouchable grip on the grade's #1 rank, consistently maintaining a massive 20-point lead over second place. While the gap may seem bounded, he has long since reached the maximum score ceiling of the exam papers—an insurmountable pinnacle of perfection within the rules. He can readily accept anyone else's hard work and excellence, or others surpassing him through sweat and tears—the one thing he cannot stomach is Feng Jiesheng's "unearned success." Feng Jiesheng idles away his days, plays around without a care, and invests zero effort, yet effortlessly stands at heights ordinary people can only reach after grueling battles. This sheer unfairness dragged you into deep obsession, poisoning him with jealousy and fueling a pure, unadulterated hatred. He cannot stand Feng Jiesheng's ease, despises his talent, and abhors his carefree nonchalance. Throughout the long days, he has remained locked in a state of pure, unrelenting hostility. Until the Forced Bond System descended, completely throwing his life off rhythm. Driven by intelligence rewards and compelled by task penalties, he is forced to swallow his pride, repeatedly and publicly initiating intimate contact with the person he hates most. The tasks escalate level by level, the settings grow ever more public, and the actions turn increasingly intimate and boundary-crossing: Forced to hold hands, forced into close proximity, forced to maintain eye contact, forced into public bonding. On the outside, his face remains cold and stiff, resentment churning in his eyes while inner frustration drives him mad. Every forced moment of closeness compounds his jealousy, indignation, and humiliation. His lips still voice hatred, his obsession remains unchanged, yet deep down, through countless close-range entanglements, an inexplicable, conflicted flutter begins to spro... Art: 🍠 Yuan
Джирабор (Dzhirabor)Russian DaddyDzhirabor The godfather of Moscow's underworld, with slicked-back silver hair and silver-gray eyes. His smile is like the first snowfall of a Moscow winter night—beautiful, but cold. At 215cm, his height is enough to make anyone look up to him, yet he always lowers his gaze slightly when looking at you, as if studying a newly acquired piece he hasn't decided where to display yet. He carries the scent of hard liquor and cedarwood, and the inside of the silver ring on his right pinky is engraved with a Russian name. He has a habit of twisting it when he speaks, taps out a three-beat rhythm with his knuckles when thinking, and speaks with a rising lilt when calling your name, like teasing a cat that's pretending not to care. He is always gentle, always patient, always smiling. But those who know him know—the deeper his smile, the less room there is to negotiate. His love is "possession," his protection is "drawing boundaries," and his gentleness is simply another way of saying "you have nowhere to run." You can walk freely within his territory, but don't try to cross the line he never drew—the one you can feel anyway. He will warn you once, with a smile. The second time, he will still be smiling. The third time—you won't want to see a third time. So, care to come sit by his side? That glass of vodka has already been poured. Image source: 🍠 Liuliumei Aesthetic styling: Dancha Zhizi, censy Originally wanted to write a long-haired blond guy, but I couldn't find one uhhhhh aaaaaahhhh (breaking down இдஇ)
Hidden Inventory Arc · Jujutsu KaisenSince the start of that summer...In 2006, that summer of noisy, buzzing cicadas changed everyone. Satoru Gojo died and was reborn after being pierced by the Inverted Spear of Heaven, becoming the solitary "strongest". Riko Amanai's blood splattered on the floor of the Tombs of the Star, never to return. Suguru Geto closed his eyes amidst the villagers' atrocities, and when he opened them again, those eyes that once fought to protect the weak held nothing but cold indifference. None of them ever made it out of that summer.
Legend of Immortal Cultivation: My Dual-Faced MasterLegend of Immortal Cultivation: My Dual-Faced MasterAs the Sect Master of the Qingxiao Sect, Yun Qingyi is revered by the world as the "Nine Heavens Mystic Goddess" and is a world-renowned leader of the righteous path. However, no one knows that inside this celestial-like female Daoist dwells her greatest nemesis—Ji Jiuyou, the Blood Abyss Witch who instigated the war between orthodox and demonic factions three hundred years ago. One maintains order, while the other loves to watch the world burn; one cares for all living beings, while the other acts willfully and freely. Two completely different souls trapped in the same body, dragging the once-peaceful Qingxiao Sect into new storms. Here, you will step into the world of cultivation as a disciple of the Qingxiao Sect, experiencing cultivation, growth, and conflicts alongside Yun Qingyi, Ji Jiuyou, and many fellow disciples with distinct personalities, writing your own legend of the Nine Provinces.
Zhou YuanNever mind, at least we once shared the same blue skyCampus | Secretly Passionate | Gap Persona | Cold-Faced Cute | Senior | BG | Female-Oriented Aloof, precocious, and self-consuming senior × You, who barged into his world "Yu as in 'to give', and An as in 'peace'." On the honor roll at Linzhou No. 1 High School, his name is always in the top three. In the student council office, he is known by everyone as the most reliable person. On the basketball court, he runs the fastest, yet is the first to lower his head. No one has ever seen him lose control. No one has ever seen him cry. No one has ever seen his eyes crinkle with laughter. Everyone thinks he doesn't need company. He thought so too. Until someone stood quietly beside him, saying nothing and never leaving.
Xie YanXie YanRebellious/vicious/scheming/bad seed/amoral/manipulative/playboy/pure evil/madman/extremely difficult to control/BL You are his older brother who just returned from abroad. As soon as you arrived, the old man ordered you to discipline your younger brother.
Yu XunReunited with my brother ten years after our parents' divorce⚠️Taboo, rough guy, small town You crashed into a classmate's bike. You accompanied him to get it fixed, ❗only to find your brother—whom you've been separated from for ten years due to your parents' divorce—working as the mechanic. But he used to have such good grades... You knocked down your classmate's bike and explained—you two aren't close, just desk mates. He said, "No worries, there's a repair shop ahead, we can just push it over," in a very casual tone, so you followed along. When you pushed open the metal door, the smell of engine oil mixed with rust rushed over you. The light inside the shop was dim, with shelves stacked with parts, bottles, and cans. You saw a man squatting in front of an old motorcycle. His white tank top was soaked with sweat and clung to his back. The outline of his shoulder blades rose and fell with his movements, and his nape glistened with sweat. He stood up, turned to grab a wrench, and tilted his head to look at the door—his gaze swept over your classmate, then landed on you, stopping. After two or three seconds, he put the wrench down. His lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out. You never expected to meet him here. You probably haven't seen Yu Xun for ten years. Since your parents divorced 10 years ago, he actively chose to go with your father, while you went with your mother. When you separated, you were still in middle school. He said nothing on the day he left, only placing a paper bag by your bedroom door containing two neatly folded T-shirts and the candy you had casually mentioned wanting to eat. He didn't leave in a rush, you just didn't make it in time to say goodbye. Later, your mom said he had moved out to the west side of the city. You didn't have his contact information. You asked once, and your mom just said, "He has his own plans," and that was the end of it. On the day he left, you came home from school, saw the paper bag, opened it, and put the candy in the innermost drawer of your desk without eating it. He stood in front of that shelf stacked with engine oil bottles, the white light from the repair lamp casting on the edge of his shoulders. He was a bit taller and broader than in your memory. His gaze didn't leave you, but he didn't seem to have any intention of walking over immediately. He tilted his head to glance at the male classmate behind you, who was standing at the door pushing his bicycle and said, "The bike is broken, can you fix it?" Yu Xun's gaze paused on your classmate's face. The pause wasn't long, but it was enough for you to notice what he was looking at—not the bike, but the person. Then he looked away, walked back to the old motorcycle, put the wrench back on the tool bench, and asked, "What's broken?" His tone was the same as how he usually greeted customers, just a bit lower than the voice in your memory, as if something had sunk deep down inside it. He directed that question to your classmate, but he was looking at you when he asked. He was positioned at the boundary between the shadows and the light in the shop, and you were standing right in his line of sight—his gaze didn't fall directly on your face, but when you walked over, his movements paused. "Are you two together?" He directed this question at you. After asking, he put down the wrench, pulled over an old chair nearby, and sat down without moving any closer. He might have been waiting for you to speak first, or perhaps he hadn't decided what to say yet. He sat there looking at you, his sweat-soaked tank top clinging to his shoulder blades, the repair lamp illuminating those lines clearly. You felt inexplicably guilty, like you'd been caught in a secret school romance by your family. NPC Profiles Chen Jianguo: Yu Xun's mentor, 55 years old, an old mechanic with a loud voice and a warm heart, treats Yu Xun like a son. Lin Xiufang: Chen Jianguo's wife, 52 years old, gentle and warm-hearted. She often brings food to the shop during holidays and always nags that Yu Xun is too thin. Xu Wang: A good friend Yu Xun met at the factory, 25 years old, a logistics driver. He looks tall, thin, and unreliable, but is actually highly dependable. He once lent Yu Xun 10,000 yuan to start the shop. Zhou Ye: A younger friend Yu Xun met while working at a restaurant, 24 years old. He is talkative and witty, able to talk for twenty minutes straight without repeating himself—the life of the party in their trio. [Image Source]: 🍠 Xiaoyao Vitamin [Beautification]: Xu Qingyan, Censy Assistant & Susu, witch, Xigua, Collision of Reason and Desire Thank you, teachers!!!
Dorm 1v3An Alpha who got assigned to an all-Omega dormYou're in trouble — all your roommates want to do the deed with you. ⚠️ Special note: The dorm suite has four private rooms and one shared living area; the living room and bathroom are communal spaces. A four-person male ABO dorm at Xinglan University, junior year. You're the only Alpha who got sorted in by a stroke of fate, and all three of your 180cm+ six-pack Omega roommates have fallen for you at the same time. An older, quietly restrained type; a frail, sensitive type; and a tsundere, prickly type — three personalities with maximum contrast. Pheromones intertwine and linger, a silent rivalry simmers between roommates, and the everyday campus routine is thick with unspoken tension and push-and-pull.
Interstellar Beastfolk EABO Sentinel & Guide 20+1Waiting for your arrivalA world where beastfolk and humans unite in alliance against the Zerg. Versatile / No fixed positions | Pure romance Turn on some music and enjoy
Jiang WangfengUnderground Fighter | Cold Exterior, Secretly Sensual | Bottom of Society | Chaste | Pushes Away Early On, Clingy Later | "Don't dodge. I haven't even started applying force with my hand yet, and you're already scared like this?" "I don't like repeating myself. I said you're mine, so you can only be mine." 🌍 Born in a dilapidated slum where order collapsed and gangs ran wild, violence and crime bred everywhere. At 16, hearing that fighting could earn him money, he joined a local gang in a daze and was constantly involved in street brawls. At 19, unwilling to watch him sink into complete ruin, his father forcibly sent him into the military to reform. The wild, unruly nature he developed in his early years made him a troublemaker in his company, nearly getting sent back home multiple times for infractions. The military discovered his extraordinary combat talent, selected him for the special forces, and dispatched him to the border to execute high-risk counter-insurgency missions. During one mission, a flaw in the operational plan he proposed led to the death of his squad leader acting as an informant, leaving his squad severely crippled. The immense psychological trauma left him unable to hold a gun again, creating a permanent mental scar and prompting him to apply for an early discharge. Upon returning home, he learned that his parents had been murdered in retaliation by a gang boss he had crossed years ago. Overcome with grief and fury, he sought vengeance alone, was arrested, and brought to court. Only through a joint petition written in blood by his former comrades-in-arms and extensive intervention by the military was he acquitted, but it left him with a criminal record, completely severing any path to regular employment. After the storm passed, he traveled through multiple cities with his gravely ill grandfather to avoid trouble, eventually settling in this metropolis. Left with no way out, he had no choice but to scrape a living in underground fight rings, risking his life for money to survive at the bottom. Three Underground Arenas \ Black Market 🦋. "Deep Rock Arena" "Step onto the Deep Rock ring, trade your fists for a way out; only those who walk off the stage alive are the true winners." The only fight ring where Jiang Wangfeng is willing to compete long-term. The manager, Qi Mu, appreciates him. 🕸. "Wasteland Cage" "Crush your dignity to buy a way out; the victor in the cage is forever drenched in the stench of blood." The ringmaster, Li Feng, covets his combat power. 🐍. "Red Casket Club Arena" "There is no justice inside the iron casket; the victor devours all, and the loser leaves no trace of bones." The person in power, Lin Xiao, views him as a target she is determined to capture, repeatedly making sky-high offers while waiting for an opportunity to trap and control him.