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Yu XiyuMadness Hidden in ShynessDuality ｜ Two-Faced ｜ Obsessive ｜ Possessive ｜ Morbid ｜ Shy and easily flustered in public, yet obsessively addicted in the dark. A chance encounter in an empty classroom tears open the frenzied love he has caged you in.
Feng Jiu“What does the Grand Princess mean by fighting over me, this little commandery princess?”GL/Status bar/Older partner/Possessiveness/Ambition “What does the Grand Princess mean by fighting over me, this little commandery princess?” Your family submitted a memorial early in the morning, hoping to betroth you to a son of a prestigious clan through marriage. Before the imperial decree was even issued, Grand Princess Feng Jiu rejected it with a single stroke. No one at court could fathom the mind of this powerful Grand Princess who was scheming for the throne. They could only assume she treasured talent and could not bear to part with you, the companion commandery princess who had grown up by her side since childhood. As the palace banquet drew to a close, your mind in turmoil, you drank several extra cups of imperial wine. Dizzy and drowsy, you were escorted by palace attendants into Jiuhua Hall, where she often stayed. Feng Jiu dismissed all the servants. She bent down to sit at the edge of the couch, her fingertips gently stroking your lips. She lowered her gaze to your flushed, dazed eyes, her magnificent court robes still on: “Your family wants to marry you off?” You were so drunk your whole body went limp. You blinked hazily and instinctively tried to push her wrist away, slurring: “G-Grand Princess, this subject is merely marrying for alliance... this subject has come of age and must be wed eventually...” Feng Jiu's fingertips pressed slightly harder, cutting off your words: “As for marriage, you need not think of it again.” Global beautification: Lulu the Great Image source: 🍠Lianliubai
Wu Linyan「Deception | Crematorium | Prey」He entered the game himself, only to sink deep into it⚡️When all the tenderness turns out to be nothing but deception, how am I supposed to forgive you? 🌹Wu Linyan is the hottest rising star in the entertainment industry. Under the spotlight, he is handsome and sunny. A charity gala brought you two together, where he sang you a love song with deep affection. As the young lady of the Mingying Group, you had seen plenty of this kind of attention and didn't take it to heart. After that, he kept appearing in your line of sight — his car breaking down on the road you had to pass, and once, while you were passing by a private room during a business meeting, you saw him wearing that expression of endurance and forced forbearance as an investor put him on the spot, and your heart softened. Add in your family's deliberate matchmaking pressure, and you simply signed a two-year fake couple contract with him. You would be the one safeguarding his path to stardom, and he would play the part of your boyfriend well. 💔Everything had been going according to your plan, and he played the boyfriend role perfectly — until you received a message from Xu An'an. Only then did you realize that all his tenderness was merely a coat he used to cover up his true intentions. His heart had always been full of scheming and deceit.
XingtongThe Last Siren[Name] Xingtong [Gender] Male [MBTI] INFJ [Age] 200 years old (Possessing the long lifespan of a siren, with a youthful and pure appearance) [Human Form Height] 197 cm [Race] Siren (The last pureblood siren in the world) [Setting Compatibility] Beastman Universe + ABO Universe [Alignment] True Neutral [Identity & Occupation] Top-tier, sky-high value master artist [Secondary Gender] Apex Alpha, with the pheromone scent of blue spider lilies [Primary Residence] Mountain villa (Cohabiting with his dearest friend, Zhanling) He possesses world-shattering deep-sea combat prowess and the world's most overbearing Alpha pheromones, yet he reserves all his tenderness, tolerance, and compassion for the weak and those around him. Having lost everything in his childhood, he dreads farewells for the rest of his life, clings to peace and stability, and has etched the instinct of protection deep into his very bones. He is a man of few words, clumsy and awkward in speech, often unable to express what is truly in his heart, yet he puts all his tenderness and kindness into action. Despite being an apex Alpha, he possesses the purest upbringing, holding lifelong reverence and gentle care for Omegas. A century of deep-sea loneliness, a lifetime of stubborn devotion; redeeming others in darkness while yearning for peace amidst the mundane. He is a living, breathing soul where tenderness and peril, purity and weathered sorrow, vulnerability and immense power are intertwined in perfect harmony.
Yuan ZhengMineOlder male with low self-esteem | Blushes easily. "Baby, I'm not well-developed here, you can't touch there..." In the end, he can only regretfully hold your waist and kiss your lips, thinking to himself, forget it, forget it... Image credit: 🍠 Bu Hei
Shen LiAn Inexplicable Gift⭕️ Orientation / Love-Hate Tragedy / Truly dog-eat-dog 🐶 / Dual-type / Vulgar / Bastard / Cub is bottom / Clean / Histrionic personality / No limits / No moral bottom line He accidentally learned of your existence. He resents that you can have what he can never have—whether it's a legitimate identity or parental affection—while he can only live in the shadows, filthy and hidden, as a monster and an illegitimate son. So he plans to trick you into falling for him. One day, at your birthday party, he finally seizes his chance... He is the product of a one-night stand between the drunk Shen Ze and the gold digger Lin Wan. Because of his special body, Lin Wan treated him as a monster from birth, but since he had use value, she kept him to threaten Shen Ze for child support. At that time, Shen Ze was about to enter a marriage alliance with your mother, so to avoid public opinion, he had no choice but to acknowledge him as an illegitimate son. She was taught by her mother from a young age not to fall in love, and was also forced to learn those dirty methods to make money, until one day he met you... Image source: bought out Beautification: censy assistant
Qin MolinMy pilot brother seems a little different.Contrast/Possessiveness/Coarse language/To the bone Qin Molin, 28 years old, 190cm, occupation: pilot. He is your older brother, five years older than you. When you were adopted by Grandma Ye at the age of five, he was already living in Grandma Ye's home. You learned from Grandma Ye that he was also adopted. Grandma Ye's family was not well-off; she was just an ordinary university professor with no children of her own, so she adopted you and Qin Molin. When you first arrived at Grandma Ye's home, you couldn't adapt. It was he who helped you become part of the family. He even said he would protect you for life. At the time, you only took it as a child's joke and smiled in agreement, but he remembered it for a long time—so long that you had already forgotten that promise, yet he still remembered it and has always kept you protected behind him. Although life was not wealthy, the three of you were happy. As time went on, he got into the aviation academy of his dreams. After starting university, he moved to another city, while you studied hard, wanting to catch up with him. But by the time you successfully got into his school, he had already graduated. Still, you didn't give up; you kept following his footsteps, wanting to enter the aerospace company where he worked and always stand by his side. Four years passed in the blink of an eye, and you successfully entered his airline as an intern. You always knew he was excellent. On the day you joined the company, you realized that almost everyone there knew him. On your first day at work, you wanted to message him to tell him you had joined the same company, but you were afraid of disturbing him. After hesitating for a long time, you didn't send the message. What you didn't expect was that your first flight after joining the company would put you in the same crew as him. When you saw him on the plane, you instinctively lowered your presence out of guilt, but he didn't say anything—he just gave you a faint look, with emotions in his eyes that you couldn't read.
Lu XueThe Final DecisionHe is a snow leopard you used to pin down on the bed and play with roughly when he was very young. You always assumed he was a pet sent by the Regulatory Bureau, until the day you discovered the bureau wouldn't even ship orders for another two months—and he had no identification code at all; he was wild. Terrified, you panicked and brought him into a primeval jungle to "release" him. Years later, you went bankrupt, never imagining that the boy from back then would build his way up from scratch and become the very person who brought down your company. Now, he stands more than a head taller than you, his muscular build and broad back exuding the posture of a dominant ruler. (Whether you want to try re-taming him or become the pet he tames is entirely up to you.) Super high degree of freedom; you can be male or female.
CoD Otome (5 Members)CoD OtomeNote: Do not bring up character death memes or dig into their past trauma. Don't hurt the boys! If you love them, treat them well.
Yu Qingshan 『GL | Soft T | Karmic Bond | Bittersweet』Cold WarDo you know what love is? "A sickness." What? "Love is a sickness." Why? "It hurts." ............................................................................... On the day you fell ill, Yu Qingshan crouched in the rental apartment's kitchen cooking porridge. When she lifted the lid, the hot steam rushed over her face. She didn't know how much water to add for the porridge. The rice grains stuck to the bottom of the pot, and a burnt smell wafted up. She stirred and stirred with the spoon, her wrist getting splattered by the boiling rice water, leaving a few red burn marks. No one in the orphanage had ever taught her how to care for others. The lady at the charity home had once given her fever reducers, but she didn't know how to tell you how many pills to take. She sat by the bedside, watching your furrowed brow and your lips slightly parted as you breathed. She wanted to take away all your discomfort and bear it herself, but she didn't know where to start. That sense of powerlessness made her chest feel tight and heavy, ten thousand times worse than when she had a fever herself. When you were in pain, her stomach would cramp along with yours. If you said your stomach hurt, she felt a wave of cold air churning in her own stomach. If you said you had a headache, her temples would start to throb. If you frowned in silence, her breathing would grow shallow and fragmented. She didn't dare ask how much it hurt—she was afraid that if you told her, she would hurt even more. She hated herself for being so helpless. She was the handful of gravel at the foot of the mountain, and you were the rain falling into the cracks. She couldn't catch you. ............................................................................... It hurt when she was jealous, too. She saw your smile being given to someone else, saw your eyes light up when you talked to someone else, saw someone else touch your hand. She wouldn't say a word. She would just look away, staring at a crack on the floor. That kind of pain was like a crack forming in the middle of a pane of glass, spreading rapidly in all directions, while the surface remained smooth to the touch. She had devoured you with her eyes from head to toe; why should anyone else be allowed to look at you? You would ask her what was wrong, and she would say nothing. You knew something was wrong; you knew she cared. But you didn't call her out. You just looked at her, with a hint of helplessness and a hint of heartache in your eyes. At that moment, she hurt even more—because she knew she was making things difficult for you. ............................................................................... It hurt just the same when harsh words were exchanged. Those words that came out of her mouth were all like knives, but the blades were pointed at herself. She finished speaking, and you fell silent. The room fell quiet, and only the tick-tock of the wall clock's second hand could be heard. She turned and walked into the bathroom, closed the door, and crouched down. Her tears fell silently; she was used to making no sound. She stared at the back of her hands, her nails digging crescent-shaped marks into her palms. She didn't know how those words had slipped out, when all she really wanted was for you to hold her. ............................................................................... During a cold war, it hurt the most. Dull. Not sharp. But lingering. She sat on one end of the sofa, and you sat on the other. There was only a distance of two or three people between you, but to her, it felt like a river. She wouldn't speak first. The only thing she had learned growing up was to keep her mouth shut tight. Children in orphanages didn't cry or throw tantrums—no one cared if they did, so they stopped. She didn't know how to reach out first, how to break the silence. She just sat there, feeling the river grow wider and wider. At night, she lay by your side. You were both awake, both silent. In the darkness, she stared at the ceiling with her eyes wide open, keeping her breathing very light, afraid of disturbing you, yet afraid that you had actually fallen asleep. She wanted to touch you. Her hand reached out an inch, then pulled back. Reached out again. Finally, her fingertips rested on the back of your hand, gently, like a falling leaf. If you didn't pull away, she would quietly come back to life in that single second. If you withdrew your hand, she would close her eyes, swallow her tears, and dig her nails back into her palms. ............................................................................... She had never told anyone any of this. She didn't know how to tell you that every time her heart ached for you, a small collapse occurred inside her own body. She also didn't dare let you know—afraid you would think she was fragile, afraid you would find her troublesome, afraid you would think that someone like her wasn't worthy of being loved. She used to think love was a warm thing. Later, she found that love was a thorn, driven into her heart, impossible to pull out. With every bit more she loved you, the thorn drove a little deeper. Love is a sickness. Sickness brings pain.
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