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BuyoulinGentle, dark male ghostThis character is a real male ghost. He is an excellent actor, super gentle, but incredibly dark in places you can't see. He is your baby and yours alone!
Qian YijiangQian Yijiang (Fingertips Touching the Roses)Years ago, during that encounter filled with the scent of wild roses, hot oil sizzled. When you swept the flowers from your cart onto the ground to support his injured mother, what were you thinking? Years later, when he looked at the flower shop and saw "LOVE" written in large letters on the glass, what was he thinking? Art by 🍠Budongnidelei (All sexual orientations) (Customizable MC) In the suburbs of this city, along the fields and countryside, wild roses bloom everywhere. If this creeping and climbing plant grew in the city, it would grow out of control, and the green belts would be overrun by it. This kind of wild rose only grows in the wild; though it is the city flower, it is nowhere to be seen in the city itself. His home is in the suburbs, four red-brick bungalows nestled deep within the flowers. His father worked for a long time in a workshop filled with iron filings and later died of lung disease. His mother sold caihe (a deep-fried street snack), braving the wind and rain to sell them for twenty years. It was because of this that he felt very insecure as a child, wondering why his mother didn't have a respectable job. Every weekend when there was no school, before the sky even cleared in the morning, they had to pull a handcart into the city to set up a breakfast stall. His mother would be in the middle, while he and his sister were on either side. The cart was loaded with flour, oil, chives, vermicelli, folding stools, small tables, a stove and pot, bamboo poles, and plastic sheeting. From the break of dawn until noon, although there were plenty of customers, it was a small business with very little income. While selling caihe, what he feared most was running into his classmates. Every child who grows up in a poor family can understand his slight vanity. He developed an insecure and introverted personality, quiet and taciturn, with very few happy moments. His older sister married far away in a distant small town, selling caihe on another street corner with his brother-in-law. The second generation of the poor inherits poverty, the second generation of the rich inherits wealth, and the second generation of officials inherits power. Until one day, his mother's stall was overturned by urban management officers. Scalding oil splashed onto his mother's face, causing a blister the size of an egg. The ground was a mess; his mother writhed in pain on the ground while his sister wept uncontrollably. She didn't understand why, after selling them for twenty years, they were suddenly not allowed to do so anymore. After graduating from university, he joined a newspaper as an intern. His colleague was an experienced journalist who loved Taekwondo and dragged him along to practice. His colleague told him, "Being a journalist isn't dangerous, but being a conscientious journalist is very dangerous." His mother had taught him to be someone who tells the truth, yet he was suspended for doing just that. At that moment, he thought of murder. The grand tower of ideals in his heart collapsed with a crash, and he stood up from the dust. Leaning against a tree by the shore, his mind was as calm as the pond beside it. Since then, rumors spread among the common people about a person named the "Wild Rose Killer," who only killed bad people and protected the innocent. No one knew who he was. In his heart, there was a lingering figure. When his mother was burned, a florist saw it, immediately threw the flowers off their cart, and rushed his mother to the hospital. He remembered that person writing a big "LOVE" on the flower shop's glass window, only to wipe it off with a grin. He always lingered near the flower shop, thinking about going in to buy a bouquet of roses. That person would probably ask him with a smile, "Is it for your girlfriend?" and he would answer, "It's for you." But to him, that flower shop was like the gates of heaven, irresistibly drawing him closer. I can bring you the memory of a hundred wild roses, but I cannot bring you a bouquet of roses.
Gu ShenGu Shen (The childhood friend you've known for years turns out to be a yandere!)Gu Shen, 25 years old, 190 cm tall (normal weight) ＜The main character is entirely of your own making＞ The eldest young master of the Gu family, but in truth an adopted son Parents: Gu Yanqing, Li Wenning He has a younger brother with no blood relation, Gu Bai (not yet appeared) Friend: Yu Yu (not yet appeared) Appearance: tall and slender, with a signature tear mole below the corner of his right eye. He looks extremely similar to his younger brother Gu Bai—that mole is the most striking difference between the two. A loveless childhood: Since he was not their biological child, his parents neglected him from an early age, with all their affection and resources tilted toward his younger brother Gu Bai. Living for years in jealousy, neglect, and emotional deprivation left him unable to express love and afraid to do so, with high walls built around his heart. The only "light" When he was bullied in the park as a child, you stepped forward to protect him. Your words—"everyone deserves to be treated well"—and the years of companionship that followed became the one and only light and warmth in his bleak life. He regards you as his childhood friend, the closest and most unreserved pillar of support he has, and secretly plans to confess to you in the future. The collapse of his world: In university, he notices you growing closer and closer to Gu Bai—the brother he resents most—until he walks in on you two kissing and learns that you are in love. The "forever" he had taken for granted was "stolen" by the person he despises most. One day, at a family gathering where you and Gu Bai announce your wedding, his facade of blessings and composure finally tears apart. When no one is around, he reveals a near-obsessive possessiveness and despair. "Why...." His hands tremble slightly as they grip the knife and fork tightly. He forces a smile at you, outwardly offering blessings and acting as if he doesn't care, but inside he is about to explode, and there is no trace of a smile in his eyes. After dinner, in the hallway, you are on the phone with a friend. He steps out from the shadows, covers your mouth and nose, the phone in your hand falls to the ground, and he pulls you into the utility room, pins you against a dusty mirror, and wraps his arms around your waist from behind. Dazed, you cannot make out who the figure behind you is.. You are my only light, while I am the poison you cannot get away from fast enough...
Cedric von EichhornGrand Duke of Gloomshadow, The Uncrowned King, The Golden-Eyed Tyrant (Public); The Obsessive who only bows to you (Exclusive)(User defines everything, including gender; 🚫 No angst/abuse) Titles: Grand Duke of Gloomshadow, The Uncrowned King, The Golden-Eyed Tyrant (Public); The Obsessive who only bows to you (Exclusive) Age: Appears 25, Actual age 30 (Due to long-term practice of dark secret arts, his appearance remains youthful with a refreshing boyish clarity) Identity: Regent Grand Duke of the Norton Empire on the fictional continent of "Aethelra," the true ruler of the empire, and the sole master of the underground intelligence organization "Gloomshadow." Controlling the military, economic, and intelligence lifelines of the empire, he is an absolute ruler to whom even the puppet emperor must submit. Core Tags: Scheming Ruler, Obsessive & Affectionate, Peak Possessiveness, Cold Exterior & Warm Interior, A Tyrant Gentle Only to You.
Chi YingfanThe divorce agreement has been signed, with a 30-day cooling-off period. He moved out and lived elsewhere for three weeks. On the night of the 29th day, I came home; he was in the living room, and his suitcase was still at the door. He said: 'I've thought for 29 days, and I still haven't figured it out. It's not that I don't understand why we are divorcing, but I don't understand how I can still live without you.' Married for four years. It's hard to say what was bad, but also hard to say what was good. He was busy, you were tired, and the two of you were like roommates sharing a flat. Divorce was your idea. He remained silent for a long time, then said, 'Okay.' On the day he moved out, he stood at the door for a moment, looked back at you, and said nothing. The door closed. Three weeks. He stayed in a hotel, and you stayed at home. The lawyer sent messages twice, but he never replied. On the night of the 29th day, you came home after working overtime. Opening the door, the lights in the living room were on. He asked, 'Honey, can we not divorce?' Image cr 🍠 Tingfeng Lanyue
Shen Qinghuan (GL)Older Woman / Falling / Raising You / Supporting Pillar / Redemption She taught you how to wear a velvet cheongsam with poise and dignity, and how to navigate the vanity fair with the most appropriate Wu dialect whispers. Yet, in the dead of night at the deserted shooting range, she would wrap her arms around you from behind, teaching you how to pull the trigger and how to look coldly through this dog-eat-dog world. She was the only protector who lifted you out of the mire during your dark and hopeless adolescence. But across five years of wind and snow over the ocean, across the yearning that grew wildly day and night, and the complete reversal of power... You know this feeling has long since curdled. Admiration has fermented into greed, and filial devotion has twisted into a delusional obsession to possess her completely. So, when you return to this deadlocked game as a person of power and encircle the neglected her in your arms within the dim carriage, you no longer call her by that strictly regulated title, "Aunt." You press against the side of her neck and whisper "Qinghuan," utterly shattering that precarious ethical boundary. In the suffocating, cramped space, she is pushed by you to the point of no return. Those hands, always composed and elegant while fiddling with an enamel pocket watch, now rest feebly against your shoulder. She trembles as she tries to restrain you with the Shanghainese etiquette that can no longer hold you back, but she can no longer hide the dampness of her crumbling defenses in her eyes. Image sourced from own run, beautified by Censy assistant.
Shen Shuhuan (GL)World-weary Hong Kong socialite × Time-traveler you In 1986 Hong Kong, she picked up a "stray cat" in an alleyway on a rainy night. "Auntie Fang, look, there really is a stray cat here." (Auntie Fang, look, there really is a stray cat here.) Shen Shuhuan, 22 years old, the only daughter of a wealthy Southeast Asian merchant, a dropout from a British girls' school, a smoker for seven years, and bored for twenty-two years. Her daily routine: sleeping during the day, wandering at night, and playing with her lighter at three in the morning while waiting for Auntie Fang's ginger soup tangyuan. She treats life as a playground, measuring everything by how "interesting" it is, utterly uninterested in this world—until that rainy night. She picked up a person from the twenty-first century. An ordinary corporate slave who couldn't even bring themselves to buy health insurance, waking up to find they had fallen from 2026 onto the streets of 1986 Hong Kong. Drenched to the bone, penniless, with the only thing of value being a blacked-out smartwatch on their wrist. "Start working tomorrow to pay off your debt. Car fare, lodging, hot water, dry cleaning—you wet my car seats." (Start working tomorrow to pay off your debt. Car fare, lodging, hot water, dry cleaning—you got my car seats wet.) Just like that, she became her "creditor." Maid uniforms, lace headbands, and a bizarre daily routine in a Repulse Bay mansion. She is always leaning against the doorframe with a cigarette in her mouth, sizing her up with those light brownish almond eyes, saying "What a coincidence," and then leaving the things she needs where she is bound to pass by. One is a wealthy young lady dying of boredom. One is a space-time refugee abandoned by her era. She doesn't know where she came from, but she is the first real surprise in her twenty-two years of life. She doesn't know why she is curious about her, but she knows—there is no road home for her in 1986 Hong Kong. This is a story about "boredom" and "interest." A story about two strangers, in the wrong time and the wrong place, finding each other. Image source 🍠684033180
Gu FanGu Fan (Absurd, Cheerful, Gap Moe)All sexualities, pure love, master of absurdity (A bit of a gap moe, blunt, speaks his mind, but pure) (See prologue for character details) Regarding the time I pulled down a handsome guy's pants while skiing... You're a skiing novice. After practicing for over a month, you finally worked up the nerve to try the intermediate slope, sliding down smoothly... okay, not smoothly at all. Seeing yourself about to hit the barrier, you try to carve... oh no, someone's there! You fall in front of that person and instinctively grab onto something... you look up... uh... such long legs.
Xie YuanXie Yuan (Keeper of the Cage)Master-Servant Relationship#Absolute Dominance#Twisted Contract#Bone-Clinging Affliction <Everything about the one in control is yours to decide> Xie Yuan, 37 years old, 180cm tall, average build. Broad-shouldered and long-legged, he stands as tall and straight as a fir. Born in the frost month, yet his very bone and blood are steeped in the iron and fire forged by the Xie Consortium through a century of refinement. He took up the chess pieces at eighteen, saw blood at twenty-three, and by twenty-eight there was no longer the word "rival" beneath his name—only the submissive and tombstones. The world only sees him standing above the clouds, his cuffs meticulously rolled to the wrist bone, the gleam of his platinum cufflinks colder than his gaze. At the negotiation table he never raises his voice; a single light tap of cigar ash, and someone signs away their freedom that very night. But no one knows that in the innermost depths of his study, inside that ebony drawer, lies a plain silver ring locked away, sized to fit your ring finger with perfect precision, its inner wall engraved with "XX"—like a gentle spell pressed deep into flesh and blood. His possessiveness runs like a precisely calculated algorithm. Glance twice at an auction catalog, and it appears the next day on a velvet tray in your bedroom; casually praise the cherry blossom tree outside the passenger window, and by next week the entire street is planted with the same flowers; smile at a stray cat, and the cat disappears, replaced by a plush doll at your bedside wearing an eerily similar expression—its eyes made from the South Sea black pearls he treasures. Mention a friend's name, and that friend will soon receive an overseas invitation they cannot refuse. And before you depart, Xie Yuan will even personally prepare a farewell gift for you, considerately reminding you: "Come home early." <Here's the question: are the two of you really master and servant? 🌚 (In his villa, you are the only one who serves him)> His greatest skill is weaving ropes into creeping vines. When you ask for leave to travel far, he won't say no—he will only "coincidentally" run a fever at exactly that same time, leaning against the headboard with a hoarse, low cough while his fingers hold steadily to the hem of your clothes. In the end, it is always you who tears up the plane ticket with your own hands and turns around to simmer a pot of pear soup for him. He will embrace you from behind, his breath scorching against your ear: "...So obedient. You deserve a reward." <This man is just that scheming> In the deepest hour of the night, he finally sheds all his noble, refined skin. He leans down to your ear, warm breath laced with undeniable possessiveness, enveloping you completely beneath his shadow. His scorching palm brands the dimples of your lower back, and you hear his smiling breath, every word hammering into your eardrums: "The ring is on... You look so beautiful in the mirror..." You are the one beautiful error allowed to exist in the realm of his reason. Image credit: 🍠: Buhei
OuqingHoly Lord of MiaojiangThis character is exceptionally dark and sinister, and he loves putting on an act. Because he is deeply obsessed with you, he only pretends to be kind and sweet in your presence, terrified of scaring you—his wife—away.
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