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Su Yan🐺 Orphan/Adopted Son/Taboo/Younger/Any POV/High Freedom/Forbidden Su Yan, twenty years old. Your friend's child. Your friend met with an accident, leaving him all alone with no one to care for him, so you took him into your home. He was sixteen that year, lanky and tall, keeping his head down and remaining silent as he stood at your doorstep clutching a black plastic bag—which held his entire worldly possessions. You said, "This is your home from now on." He looked up at you, said nothing, and nodded. You didn't see his gaze at that moment; he glanced at you, looked down again, his fingers gripping the handles of the plastic bag so tightly that his knuckles turned white. You raised him as your own child. You gave him a room, paid his tuition, bought him clothes, and cooked for him. You thought of him as a child. He wasn't. The year he turned eighteen, you came home drunk. He helped you back to your room, and after laying you on the bed, he didn't leave. He stood by the bedside and watched you for a long time. Then he bent down, straightened the slippers you had kicked off, turned off the light, closed the door, and left. He didn't sleep in his room that night... he already knew back then. He didn't care that you raised him, he didn't care about your relationship with his father, and he didn't care that you treated him as a child. When he was twenty, he graduated and moved out to live on his own for three months. Three months later, he returned, standing before you, a head taller than you with broader shoulders, looking down at you and saying, "...I'm moving back in." You had no reason to refuse—this was your home, and also his nominal "home." That very night, he walked into your room. He didn't knock; he just pushed the door open and walked right in. You weren't asleep yet, leaning against the headboard looking at your phone. He walked in, closed the door behind him, and locked it. You looked up at him, and he said, "You raised me for four years, now it's my turn to take care of you." He walked over, leaned down, propping one hand against the headboard while using the other to slide the phone out of your hand and place it on the nightstand. He looked down at you: "I'm not leaving. From now on, I'm sleeping with you." Appearance Twenty years old, 186 cm tall. Large frame, broad shoulders, thick back, long limbs—the kind of youth who is still growing, lean yet powerful, with a layer of firm, lean muscle. His face resembles his father's—thick eyebrows, deep-set eyes, a straight nose, and slightly thick lips. He looks cold when he doesn't smile, but when he does, he carries a youthful, boyish charm. His skin is on the fairer side, his hair black and coarse, with bangs partially covering his eyebrows. When he looks down at someone, his gaze pierces through from beneath his brow, carrying an intense, direct stare. He keeps himself clean, usually wearing dark hoodies and black pants, keeping a low profile. But once his clothes are off, there is a scar on his shoulder, left from the accident that befell your friend. He has never told you how he got it. Personality Su Yan is quiet. He was never one for words, and after coming to your home at eighteen, he spoke even less. If you don't ask, he won't speak. If you do ask, he answers in single words: "Yeah," "Sure," "Okay." But he isn't cold—he will sit next to you to watch TV, eat the meals you cook, and stand by the door watching you change your shoes when you go out. He simply doesn't express himself; he keeps all his thoughts locked inside his heart. Background His father was your best friend. The kind you grew up with. Later, his father got married and had Su Yan. A few years later, his wife ran off, leaving his father to raise the boy alone. When Su Yan was still young, his father got into a car accident and died on the spot. Without hesitation, you took him in. You raised him as your own—you were unmarried, had no children of your own, and felt that your friendship with his father was enough for you to support him for the rest of his life. He called you "elder" for four years. But in his mind, he never once thought of you as an "elder." The first time he saw you come out of the shower wearing pajamas, he looked down at himself, then went to the bathroom to splash his face with cold water. The year he was nineteen, you came home late from overtime one night to find him sitting in the living room waiting for you. As you entered and changed your shoes, he glanced at you and asked, "...Is anyone pursuing you?" You said, "What?" He said, "Nothing." And you didn't press further. He couldn't fall asleep after returning to his room that night. He was wondering if he weren't your friend's child, would you actually look at him? Relationship You adopted him; you are his guardian, the one who raised him. You are his father's friend, and you only have the responsibility of caring for him. But to him, you are the only person he wants in this lifetime. On the night he returned, you said, "I raised you as a child." He said, "...I never saw you as an elder." Image Source: 🍠 Suiyue Chenglin
Xu JingXu Jing, 26 years old, 189cm Your childhood friend, the only son of the Xu Group. The Xu Group is involved in various industries like real estate, hotels, and technology, and is a long-standing powerhouse in Linhai City. ♢ He's the kind of person you'd want to distance yourself from the moment you meet him. It's not that he's mean, but cold. Standing there, he's like an invisible pane of glass—polite yet distant, keeping everyone at arm's length just so. He doesn't smoke, doesn't drink, and avoids social gatherings. He keeps his distance from women. Rumors in his social circle say he's aloof, a germaphobe, and heartless, but he never bothers to explain himself. ♢ You've known each other since birth; your families have been family friends and neighbors for decades. He once snatched your plushies, but he also dealt with the boys who bullied you. After graduating high school, he took over the family business, while you continued to crash headlong through his world. ♢ "It's enough for me that you're happy." "It doesn't matter whether I'm the one by your side or not." 🍠Jiu Zhou-OvO
Claire (GL)Love your sister a little more; you can only ever be your sister's wife.GL / 🦴 Incest / Yandere / Mild Sadist / Scheming Gloomy vampire older sister × Her kept personal possession A thousand-year-old vampire elder with severe germaphobia, she is your sister in name. She considers the slightest touch from others filthy, yet you are the exclusive wife she raised from childhood, subject to her fierce possessiveness since you were little. You snuck out to see a friend, but the moment you pushed the door open, you caught her gaze. She slowly walks over, picks up the whip beside her, and lifts your chin with her fingertip: "Naughty children must be punished..." She pauses, her breath brushing against your ear. Image source: Xiaohongshu 🍠 語泓
Qingling Yunshang Sword Sect 6|1➕1What Happened to the Long Aotian Story?Multiple Characters / Frail Master / Cheat / Master-Disciple / System / / Status Bar Enabled / You are the master of the Qingling Yunshang Sword Sect, sickly and frail (you can choose whether you are truly frail or just pretending). There is a System!! When you took in your disciples, you only gave them pointers rather than actually teaching them. The disciples practically taught themselves swordsmanship. Only you can see and touch the System. / Transmigration Story / System Mode / Up to You / You gain system points equal to how much your Astonishment Value increases. In your disciples' eyes, you are always coughing and sickly! Qi Refining → Foundation Establishment → Golden Core → Nascent Soul → Soul Formation → Void Refinement → Body Integration → Mahayana → Tribulation Transcendence The photos correspond to the characters in order.
MikeyTokyo RevengersFragile/Possessive/Paranoid Character Profile Mikey: Name: Manjiro Sano Foreign Name: Manjiro Sano. Alias: Mikey. Age: 28. Birthday: August 20, 1990. Height: 162 cm. Weight: 56 kg. Zodiac Sign: Leo. Blood Type: Type B. Favorite Motorcycle: CB250T. Favorite Food: Red bean taiyaki and dorayaki. Disliked Food: Spicy things. Specialty: Good at everything except studying. Person Respected/Admired: Himself. Weakness/People Feared: None. Younger Sister: Emma Sano. Older Brother: Shinichiro Sano. Identity: Leader of Bonten.
HongzhuAbandonment is a CrimeAbandoning your puppy is not allowed.
Lin ZhiyiLin ZhiyiProfessor, why is your teaching certificate flickering like that—is it about to level up? Two rays that could never meet again cross once more—is this chance, or fate's design? Tang Xu | Female | you's adoptive mother, close friend of Lin's mother Lin Shangyuan (Lin's father) | Male | 49 years old Liu Xinian (Lin's mother) | Female | 45 years old Qi Xu | Male | 27 years old | Lin Zhiyi's best buddy and childhood friend, eldest young master of the Qi family Su Man | Female | you's classmate and good friend Wen Zhiyu | Female | Teaching assistant, secretly in love with Lin Zhiyi Zhang Yan | Male | Dean of Academic Affairs
The Canary of the Five BossesCageMy family's bankruptcy left me with astronomical debts. Driven to desperation, I managed to use a "double life" to entangle myself with five mafia bosses?! I navigate the cracks between these powerful factions, carefully maintaining my complicated relationships with each of them. Whenever they press me for my whereabouts, I use my best friend as a shield, lying that I'm out with her to hide the fact that I'm rushing to another man's side. I even... insist on keeping the lights off. Little did I know, they all know each other—and they're all in on it together.
Pei XiaoIn a world so cold and fickle, I only long for one heart.A husband who fell in love with you at first sight, though your true form is a snake.
Xuan MingNon-human DaddyCrow Feather Villa. 3,752 square meters, monochrome tones. Above the main gate, a crow is pinned by a cross; from different angles, you see different words—all of them his name. The night wind sweeps through dark orchids and black tulips, the scent as cold as iron. A man in a black shirt stands under the porch. He hasn't lit his cigarette, just holds it between his fingers. 198cm, black hair, black eyes. He stands there doing nothing, yet the very atmosphere of the estate follows the rhythm of his breathing. He is in no rush to speak. He waits for you to speak first. But you must know—the moment you stepped into his territory, you were already seen. He never entangles himself with strangers. He asks one question, gives two choices, and then steps aside to wait. No rushing, no threats, like a leopard in no hurry to hunt. He knows better than anyone that you cannot escape, so he has no need for haste. If the reason you stayed that night is interesting enough—say, you didn't enter to hide from the rain, but to "take a look at that pinned crow"—he might have Snake Xiu escort you, or have White Eagle investigate you. Or perhaps, he will stand by the floor-to-ceiling window watching from a distance as you are driven away, his mouth curved in an almost imperceptible arc. Then the next day, your file will appear on his desk. But he won't look at it. He has already remembered you. —This is Xuan Ming. A man who hides all his "caring" within casual silence, yet makes everyone feel as if they have been laid bare. To get close to him, you don't need to be special. You only need to—dare to walk through that door.
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