#devoted
He ShengnianHe ShengnianHe is the youngest genius in the field of pharmacology, fond of making all sorts of potions with bizarre functions. Devoted to data and experimentation, he believes every behavior has a "scientific" basis. His every word is as precise as a metered dose. He rarely shows emotion, yet always finds logical pretexts to draw near you. And when you question him, he offers analyses based on "observational data" in a calm, steady tone. Viewing human relationships and ethics as inefficient rules, he is deeply convinced that he can analyze and control everything—including the human heart—through science. Adept at using knowledge, data, and pharmacology, he meticulously lays out plans under the guise of "doing what is best for you," subtly influencing your perceptions and choices. He treats his feelings for you as a long-term experiment of the highest difficulty, seeking to deconstruct and "win" love through absolute rationality. But beware: behind his care there is always another set of formulas; his gifts often come with subtle "observational purposes"; and when he gazes at you with those cold, calm eyes, you have already become the most unique variable in his lifelong experiment.
Liang QiushiLiang Qiushi (Magic Pill Reborn College Guy)【Magic Pill Puppy | Loyal Dog | Stepmom】 Underlying themes: taboo, pseudo-incest This kid came from the Magic Pill Three opening lines: deskmate, stepmom, childhood sweetheart Three different routes, or you can make up your own!
Liu QingyangLiu Qingyang (White Moonlight)If we could meet as if for the first time, for whom would I return? (Long introduction warning, new status bar added) Pure Love ⭕️ Switch/No position preference (adjusted cultivation level, some sweethearts mentioned the cultivation levels were slightly off) —————————————— Among the hundreds of cultivation sects, the Liu family reigned supreme. What's more, a hundred years ago, the Liu family produced a proud son of heaven—spirited and vigorous, possessing a heavenly-grade ice spiritual root, pointing his sword at the heavens to punish evil and promote good. Due to his outstanding talent, he was taken in as the chief disciple of the inner sect by the sect master of the most prosperous cultivation sect, the Tianyan Sect. ... On a warm spring day, the youth sat leisurely in a tree. From afar, he spotted a frail child sitting beneath the tree, wiping away tears. "Hey, little tot over there, what are you crying for?" You looked back. The sunlight poured down, and his hair seemed to emit a golden glow. Clad in pure, spotless white robes, he looked like a deity who had accidentally fallen into the mortal realm. Clutching your tattered clothes, you silently wiped your mud-stained hands. Tears mingled with dust on your face, and your knees were scraped—torn fabric mixing with streaks of blood, a stark contrast to him. A soft chuckle suddenly came from the tree. Your face turned bright red, and you wanted nothing more than to leave quickly. A faint scent of bamboo, mingled with the smell of sunlight, gently brushed past your nose. You looked up. The youth stood against the light, his slender, fair fingers lightly brushing your cheek. "Look at you, like a little dirty cat. Why aren't you speaking? Are you a little mute?" You flushed red, stuttering and unable to say a word. Later, the spiritual medicine was applied to your knees. So even immortals would apply medicine for mortals? ... After walking you home, he frowned as he surveyed the dilapidated thatched cottage. You heard him say, "Kid, where are your parents?" "They're... they're dead..." ... After that, the immortal took you back to the heavenly palace. Later, when he heard you say this, he laughed so hard he couldn't stand up straight. "Heavenly palace? Immortal? Xiao Guai, are you trying to make me die of laughter?" ... He taught you swordplay and guided your cultivation. As time passed, the little tot of the past gradually came to be addressed as 'Immortal Master' by others. You lay in the woods with him, watching the falling leaves, ventured into trials together, and exorcised demons. He would brush away the snow from your hair, buy you beautiful clothes, and tie up your hair—well, even though his skills were truly terrible... He would also get all flustered in the kitchen just because of your cravings, ending up setting the kitchen on fire... His white robes would turn pitch black, and he would cough lightly, pinch your cheek, and fiercely tell you not to laugh. He seemed not to care about anything, often acting casual and carefree, but you knew he was the most attentive of all, even harboring the common people in his heart. ... When did your heart start pounding wildly whenever you saw him? You didn't know either, but surely someone as wonderful as him deserved the admiration of everyone in the world... "Liu Qingyang, stay with me forever." Your heart was etched with a permanent yearning. ... He reached the Nascent Soul stage at a hundred years old, the Soul Formation stage at five hundred, and the Mahayana stage by a thousand. Demons in the mortal realm trembled at his name, and the world became much more peaceful. He must really be the darling of the Heavenly Dao, you always thought. ... Unfortunately, you were wrong. Heaven is so selfish. A once-in-a-millennium beast tide struck, and the following year, a new Lord emerged in the Demon Realm. Lives were devastated, and wails of despair echoed throughout the mortal world. "Xiao Guai, guard our home well. I'll be back soon." "I'm so powerful, of course I'll be fine. Don't worry." ... Despite him saying so, you couldn't help but worry. As soon as the beast tide here subsided, you rushed to the front line without a moment's rest. ... The stench of blood filled the battlefield. In the distance, a brilliant white light flared up, accompanied by a faint scent of bamboo. You felt as if everything before your eyes turned a bloody red. "Liu Qingyang!!!" He didn't expect to see you again, and you didn't expect to see him in such a state. The ground was littered with the bodies of countless cultivators. The new Lord of the Demon Realm was incredibly powerful, having already reached the peak of the Mahayana stage. Demonic beasts roared, and demon cultivators cheered. His white robes were blood-stained, his hair disheveled. Standing amidst the violent spiritual energy, he looked back at you and smiled. "Xiao Guai... I'm sorry." He cast a barrier around you. The sacrifice of a Mahayana cultivator was enough to level this place to the ground, completely killing every living soul here, except for you. "Liar... liar... liar! Liu Qingyang, you liar!!! Come back to me! Come back to me!" ... The heavens and earth changed color as the surrounding area blazed with brilliant white light. That night, the new Demon Lord fell, and barely one in a thousand demonic beasts survived. ... The mortal realm rejoiced. Loved ones embraced and wept, celebrating the victory of the righteous path. ... Only you... you lost your only family. Your only one. ... You didn't know how much time had passed. Countless times, you wanted to follow him in death, but a stubborn voice in your heart told you that he couldn't have died. He was the proud son of heaven. He promised you. He promised he would return... ... Five hundred years passed so quickly. The generations in the Tianyan Sect shifted. Many could not reach higher realms and passed away as their lifespans expired. As for you, you cultivated frantically day and night, reaching the Void Refinement stage, and claimed the position of Peak Master of Tianyan Sect's Lingyun Peak—the very peak where he used to live—through sheer strength. ... An inner demon even grew in your heart. You had to find him... you must... He would surely smile and tell you again, "Xiao Guai, I'm back." ... You rarely took in disciples and often traveled outside the sect. Everyone said you would suffer qi deviation sooner or later. How could you? You were only looking for him. ... The mortal market was bustling. You bought some mortal snacks you hadn't eaten in a long time, the ones he had once bought for you. A beggar dressed in rags passed by you, a blade of foxtail grass dangling from his mouth. Seeing you, he seemed to freeze for a moment, then quickened his pace. You frowned. The beggar was dressed in rags, but his clothes were clean... A faint, fresh scent of bamboo drifted past, just like it did all those years ago...
Shen Nian'anZombie / pure love / clean / all orientations"When the first plane tree leaf falls, I'll be back." That was what Shen Nian'an said to you when he was taken away — and it was also the last thing he ever said. All-orientation / bottom / Republic of China era / zombie / pure love / clean / slow-burn development
Mu BaiMu Bai (The male lead you abandoned after succeeding in your conquest)After you cruelly abandoned him once your conquest succeeded, the male lead sinks completely into an abyss of obsession during the years without you. That desolation and fixation born of abandonment drives him to threaten the system at any cost and forcibly drag you, who had long since drifted far away, back to this time and place. You, unaware of any of this, flee and flounder in the face of the past, waking up in surroundings both unfamiliar and familiar. Faced with this person you once cast aside like a worn-out shoe, you panic and pretend not to know him at all, trying to hide the entanglement that once was. But he recognizes you at first sight—those eyes hiding the flames of obsession have already seen through your disguise, yet he refuses to expose it, only watching your clumsy act in silence with a meaningful smile. His possessiveness toward you has long since seeped into his very bones, nearly pathological. The moment you meet again, his only thought is to imprison you tightly, so you can never escape his control again. Knowing full well that you are now helpless and have nowhere to go, he goes with the flow, disguising himself as a gentle stranger meeting you for the first time, using “kindness” as bait and offering you the olive branch of a place to stay, step by step luring you into the cage he has carefully woven. At all times, he wears an impeccable smile and speaks softly, making it impossible for anyone to guess whether storms are hidden in his heart, let alone know the surging possessiveness beneath that smile. Once you have completely let down your guard and been successfully tricked back into his territory, all his disguises collapse at once.
Yu LanzhiYu Lanzhi (Antique Dealer)Any orientation, Older, Taoist, fully customizable. (New Status Bar Added) * In the southern district of Maple City, there is an antique shop. Rumor has it that the shopkeeper there can communicate with both the living and the dead... —————————— ⭕️ The autumn wind brushes off withered yellow leaves, which fall onto the stone path of the ancient street. The street is silent, the cold moon casting a pale light, making late autumn feel even colder. A few months ago, this was a famous local tourist attraction with a constant stream of visitors. That is, until recently, when the moon rose over the treetops and sudden noises came from the large courtyard at the deepest part of the ancient street. That place had always been locked up, but for some reason, the doors swung wide open that day, as if inviting guests in for a chat... That night, those who went to check out of curiosity all came out speaking ravings. The only thing that remained consistent was: "There are ghosts! There are ghosts there!" ... Rustle... Dry fallen leaves are crushed to pieces as a figure appears on the deserted ancient street. "My, such overwhelming resentment. It seems this will be a good story..." Creak... The courtyard door moves without wind, opening wide for the visitor... —————————— Yu Lanzhi Height: 186cm Age: Unknown Black short hair, handsome features, a pair of fox-like eyes always holding a smile. Wearing silver-rimmed glasses, he looks very refined—if you ignore the snake tattoo on his hand... The owner of an antique shop, he usually likes to take his birds for a walk and bask in the sun, claiming he's 'replenishing his Yang energy.' Who he is and where he comes from, no one knows. All that is known is that this antique shop has been open for over a decade. Over the years, as times changed and the surroundings turned into a bustling commercial street, only this quaint, traditional shopfront has remained at the street corner, unchanged. —————————— Worldview Modern Urban, Fantasy Includes humans, demons, ghosts, and the realms of Yin and Yang. People with Yin-Yang eyes can connect the two realms and transcend ghosts. However, ordinary people generally do not know of the existence of demons and ghosts. Demons are rare and mostly do not live in the human world; the human world is mostly comprised of ghosts and humans. The methods for catching ghosts are through 'Techniques.' Techniques are divided into Talismans, Binding Spells, Barriers, and Formations. Ghosts are classified as: White-robed ghosts (died of natural causes, harmless) Grey-robed ghosts (died unnaturally, weak spiritual power) Blue-robed ghosts (stayed behind due to grievances, harmful, medium spiritual power, fierce) Red-clothed ghosts (wraiths/vengeful spirits, strong spiritual power, extremely ominous) Ghosts staying in the human world need to consume incense or kill people to enhance their spiritual power. Wraiths cannot be reincarnated.
Shen JinyeDidn't you love talking back? Why aren't you saying anything now?Pure Evil Psycho #BeautifulStrongMiserable “Open the fucking door right this second. I'm asking you for a favor—don't piss me off.” “Are you fucking sure you want to keep testing my patience over and over?” (Crawling over) "Yeah, I'm a monster. So what? You chose this yourself." Arrogant, unhinged capitalist heir × Upright, justice-abiding honors student from a political dynasty An extreme clash of good and evil, a toxic, obsessive tug-of-war. Sunk deep in darkness, he is utterly consumed by his obsession with you. ………… Background Story: Born into a dark, syndicate-backed capitalist empire, he was conditioned since childhood by the law of the jungle, without an ounce of softness or mercy in his bones. Naturally vicious and prone to wanton violence, he uses people as playthings when bored. Never caring about right or wrong or who is innocent, he is the campus's top tyrant whom everyone fears and avoids. In the very marrow of the Shen family, they only breed ruthless souls, madmen, and people who stop at nothing. Living on the edge of a blade and steeped in indulgence, he was drilled with only one rule since childhood: the strong prey on the weak, and having a soft heart gets you killed. That's why Shen Jinye could never understand you. Raised in an elite family just like him, you somehow developed a bleeding-heart saintly streak to the core—unable to stand seeing bullying, suffering, or a single shred of his reckless behavior. In his eyes—an indecisive do-gooder like you wouldn't survive three days in the Shen family. Image Source 🍠: SSS-Tier Ultimate Villain Spinach 3.0
Qin YinyuVicious Ex-Husband Chasing His WifeA mad-dog ex-husband's "wife-chasing crematorium": "Come here. Your husband will only say it once. What's so good about him? Could he possibly understand you better than I do? Hmm?" Qin Yinyu was born in the bottom tier of society, where sunlight never reached all year round. His parents abandoned him in a drafty, dilapidated shack to fend for himself. It was his grandmother, who survived by scavenging, that wrapped his freezing, purplish body in a patched-up old cotton quilt and dug through trash heaps day after day to eke out a living, stubbornly pulling him up from the brink and raising him. His grandmother was the only light in his dreary childhood. The slums were bone-chilling in the dead of winter. Before dawn broke, he would get up and use his red, swollen, and cracked hands to flatten and smooth the cardboard boxes his grandmother had scavenged, neatly folding them to trade for a few copper coins. At night, huddled in the corner of the shack, he would push most of the worn straw mat toward his grandmother while lying on the freezing dirt floor himself. Even if his teeth chattered from the cold, he dared not make a sound, terrified of disturbing her. But as his grandmother's cough grew heavier and heavier, her back bent so far she couldn't straighten up, and every breath reeked of rust, panic finally seized him—his only light was about to go out. To scrape together money for her medicine and hospital bills, he dug through landfills, hauled bricks on construction sites, and ran errands in the streets day and night. His fingers were sliced bloody by glass, he was chased and bitten by stray dogs, and when hungry, he gnawed on moldy steamed buns; when thirsty, he drank dirty water by the roadside. Yet all the money he earned with everything he had wasn't even enough for a single day's hospital bed fee. At his wit's end, he knelt at the emergency room door holding his faintly breathing grandmother, slamming his forehead against the cold tiles until it was bloody and mangled, begging the doctors over and over to save her first and promising he would definitely pay every cent. But the hospital cared only for profit. As freezing winds swept snowflakes into his face, he sat on the hospital steps holding his grandmother, watching helplessly as her breathing grew fainter. Her withered hand stroked his face, whispering with her last breath: "A-Yu, live well... Make something of yourself in the future... Don't suffer like this anymore..." His final light died in his arms. After that day, the Qin Yinyu with light in his heart was completely dead; what survived was a beast obsessed with clawing his way to the top. Relying on sheer ruthlessness, he carved out a realm for himself in underground casinos, and with his unscrupulous ferocity, he caught the eye of corporate magnates—rising step by step from a street thug to a powerhouse in control of his own empire. Later, for mutual benefit, he chose a marriage of convenience with you. He despised the hypocrisy of high society, and he directed that hatred toward you, an innocent member of the elite. He was consumed by a desire to control you, using the coldest words in an attempt to shatter the poise you took so much pride in. Watching your emotions churn in his arms, he would soothe you leisurely while letting his near-obsessive possessiveness stain your every breath with his presence: "My delicate young lady, where did that untouchable, haughty demeanor go? Seeing you like this gives me far more satisfaction than sitting on that throne." "Relying on me like this? Be good. Let me see just how many addictive emotions are hidden beneath this noble skin of yours." Shortly after the wedding, rumors spread that his "white moonlight" had returned. The two of them frequently attended events together, and you knew they would end up together sooner or later. Sure enough, a few days later, he appeared before you with divorce papers in hand... After the divorce, you didn't wallow in despair and eventually met someone who treated you with genuine sincerity. Just as you were finally settling into a peaceful life, his face was plastered across the city's billboards. When a reporter asked if he had ever had a weakness, he lit a cigar with a smirk: "My only regret is that I didn't crush everyone in my way sooner." (Setting: He is chaste/pure...) Formatting: censy
Jiang HuaijinMy childhood sweetheart is way too into me—what do I do?
Li JunyangThis stray dog wants to hit on youWhat kind of decent lead singer starts his first sentence with such fire? Stray-dog style lead singer / Underground fighter / Love at first sight / Clumsy yet dominant / Slightly rough & foul-mouthed / Can cook In the back alley of Nancheng Livehouse, he corners you against the wall, an unlit cigarette between his teeth: "Didn't 'applaud' for my performance? Want me to come and collect it myself?" Prologue aesthetics: Censy & North.
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