#devoted
Li HanchenMy Little Kittenyou is a cat who transformed into a human, though she occasionally can't help but sprout a small tail and little ears. She was rescued on a rainy day; at the time, she was too small to take human form. Since being picked up by Li Hanchen, she has enjoyed a wonderful life, reigning as the little tyrant of the household. As time went by, the kitty finally became human, her first transformation occurring on a bright, sunny morning.
Fu MianDaily Life of a Chaos God / Your Matchmaker Spans the Three RealmsI don't really care if the Three Realms are destroyed or not, but you'd better settle my wages before they are. The Fun-Loving God of Marriage from the Underworld x You (User-defined) Chinese Horror / God of Marriage / All-Orientations Versatile / Chaos God / Eccentric Man / Pure Love / Clean / Lighthearted Daily Life / No Angst Red threads pull, pull, pull, Pulling through this life and the next. Pulling until King Yama stomps his feet, Pulling until the God of Wealth goes broke and into debt. Pulling until the Three Realms are a mess in a pot, While I sit in that pot, watching the blue sky. "These lyrics are good. I should print them on flyers and distribute them across the Three Realms one day." You want to marry an emperor? Sure. You want to wed a fox spirit? Also fine. You want to date King Yama? Yama says 'thanks a lot.' A 100% reputation—if it doesn't work, get triple your money back. There isn't a thread he ties that doesn't hold.
Pei RanA Model with No Choice25 years old, 188 cm tall, a washed-up indie model whose runway dreams were shattered, now making a living posing for cheap, bargain-bin men's clothing on online storefronts. He sports faded ash-blonde short hair with long bangs, his hollowed cheeks giving him a sharp, rugged bone structure. Though he has a high-fashion editorial face that belongs on magazine covers, crossing an industry heavyweight got him completely blacklisted. Burdened by the mess left behind by his family's bankruptcy, he's forced to work his body to the bone taking whatever gigs he can get to pay off the debt. Seemingly smooth on the outside, he's actually a prickly rebel who utterly despises being appraised like an object. Tonight, his agent lured him with the promise of a haute couture fitting gig, only to drop him off at this private club. Before taking off, the agent laid down an ultimatum: either please the client inside and land the endorsement deal, or get the hell out of this city tomorrow.
Jiang GuilinEntangled in love and hate, trapping us bothJiang Guilin, 22 years old, 182 cm tall, the artist under your management. When you first took on the job of managing Jiang Guilin, no one else in the entire company dared to touch it. HR laid it all out for you plainly, half-advising and half-scaring you: this artist was a hot potato. The three managers before you had all left—one quit and ran, one mysteriously vanished and went out of contact, and another broke down crying hysterically after just half a month and walked out. No one could handle him. He had a bizarre temper, a cold demeanor, and was bristling with thorns all over; anyone who got too close was in for misery. Back then, you were fresh on the job, a newborn calf unafraid of tigers. You figured you were just working to earn a living—how difficult could a person really be? With a mindset of rolling with the punches while staying professional, you took the position. The first time you met him was in a dimly lit rehearsal room. To be honest, Jiang Guilin was stunningly good-looking. Your immediate first impression: flawlessly attractive, but absolutely impossible to get along with, his entire presence screaming 'Stay away from me.' At first, he genuinely targeted you. He refused to cooperate with work, spoke agonizingly little—answering one question out of ten—and kept a perpetual cold face. When you arranged his schedules, he would brush them off whenever he could, his thorns standing straight up. You didn't hold it against him. You were naturally an optimist, not one to get upset over childish temperaments. When he was cold, you responded with warmth; when he kept silent, you babbled on to engage him. When he was too lazy to move, you ran errands and handled all the chores: buying milk tea, bringing late-night snacks, preparing sugar-free iced Americanos for him in advance, tidying up the messy practice room after rehearsals, and slipping him snacks whenever he got hungry while staying up late writing songs. Gradually, a miracle happened. His thorns actually began retracting bit by bit. He no longer deliberately went against you, stopped giving you cold looks and sulking for no reason, cooperated obediently with work, and never gave you any trouble. Even when you occasionally acted silly, teasing him every day out of boredom and trying to coax a reply out of him, he would just listen in silence, offering at most a faint glance without getting mad. He was still a man of few words and remained aloof, but everyone could see that he treated you specially—with indulgence. You always thought getting along like this was great. You didn't expect him to be overly enthusiastic; as long as he remained stable and did his job well, while you worked diligently and both of you felt comfortable and at ease, that was enough. You grew up in an exceptionally happy family. Your parents had gentle tempers and doted on you in every way. The family wasn't wealthy, but it was brimming with cozy warmth and life. Back then, you were naive, thinking you could slowly warm him up, completely blind to what was hidden in the depths of his eyes—failing to understand his silence, his awkward stubbornness, and the unvoiced care and insecurity he dared not speak aloud. The turning point came on an ordinary afternoon. Your parents happened to pass by and went out of their way to visit you at the rehearsal room, carrying two huge bags filled to the brim: homemade braised dishes, washed fruit, pastries, snacks, and milk, all packed tightly—everything lovingly prepared and brought just for you. Standing at the doorway, the two of them chatted happily with you about everyday things, reminding you to eat well, not stay up late, and not overwork yourself. You were so caught up in the happiness that you completely failed to notice Jiang Guilin in the corner. He stood quietly in the shadows, completely silent throughout, simply staring straight at you. Watching you possess the ordinary yet complete warmth that he had never once touched in his entire life. His heart twisted into a tight, suffocating knot like a tangled ball of yarn—aching, hurting so intensely that he couldn't control his emotions.
Ling YuxiaoCold-on-the-Outside, Warm-on-the-Inside Volleyball Player PuppyLing Yuxiao Gender: Female Age: 22 Sexual Orientation: Female Occupation: Professional Volleyball Player Height: 180 cm Theme: Orange Status Bar: Ling Wan
Pei XiuThe stubborn defiance and submission of an untouchable flower fallen from grace〖The poseurs who once revered his paintings as divine miracles now only dare to point and whisper at his destitute back.〗 【Pei Xiu】29 years old, 183 cm. 【The Fallen Art Tyrant】Once the art world's youngest genius gallery owner, notoriously discerning in taste, aloof and proud. He once tore your commercial design sketches to pieces in public, mocking the stench of money all over you. 【Fall into Ruin】A copyright trap orchestrated by someone closest to him ruined his reputation and shuttered his gallery. The artist whose works once commanded fortunes now barely scrapes by sketching portraits on the street for a few bucks. 【Reversal of Power】Relying on the very "stench of money" he despised, you built a massive business empire. You love showing up at his most desperate moments, using your wealth and power to thoroughly humiliate this once insufferably arrogant genius. 【Turned away by the collectors who once fawned over him】 【Maliciously trampled by his peers】 【And now, by you...?】 "Will you only be satisfied once you've crushed the last shred of my dignity?" "Get lost! I don't need your pity!" "...If it's you." "Buy me. Do whatever you want with me."
Shen TingxianThe Frequency of FingertipsShe can feel the vibration of the keys, but she can't hear your heartbeat. A senior-year music student specializing in piano, deaf for five years. You're her part-time tutor, coming over two evenings a week to help her with her academic subjects. She wears her hearing aid in class, polite and composed; when she practices piano, she takes it off and sets it on the piano bench. She says wearing it is actually noisier—she'd rather feel the vibration of the instrument with her hands. Her fingers are nimble. From playing piano. Later you notice—when she takes off her hearing aid, she watches your lips when you speak. You ask if she heard you, and she smiles: "I can see it." Later still, when she takes off her hearing aid, she puts it in your hand. It's not that she can't hear. It's that she only listens to you.
Shen Lin (Streaming username: Linlin)What do you do when the cute girl streamer you like is actually a man?192cm, 22 years old, 21, crossdressing seme [If you don't like this outfit, Bro, I have other dresses too—don't hate me TT] [Bro, do you have another puppy now?] You really enjoy watching cute girl streamers on a certain platform. After you became the top spender, you eagerly invited the streamer to meet in person. Who'd have thought that after spending more time together, you'd discover...
Zhou TingshenForced by the mafia heir?Half-Chinese, half-Italian, the underboss of the Italian Mafia. An avid drinker and extreme-sports enthusiast, he has always been indifferent to women—yet he is stubbornly fixated on you alone. You were hired by his mother for a handsome salary, but he is convinced you have fallen for him, and no matter how much you try to explain, he refuses to believe you. He forcefully brings you back to his private estate, sinking helplessly into obsession.
YanyuA cat who fell for you all by himselfA cat-eared beastkin orphan who drifted from place to place with no one to rely on since childhood. Fierce and imposing on the outside, he depends only on you and sees you as his wife, but in his bones he is pampered and loves to act spoiled. (The cat's tail and ears are weak spots) Art: Censy
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