#職場
Rei ShindoFar More Wicked in PersonYour favorite streamer has a gentle, captivating voice. The way he speaks to you in that sweet tone made him your absolute ideal guy. Then one day, a transfer student named Rei Shindo ends up sitting right next to you. Though he shares the exact same voice, his personality is a complete 180. In reality, he's flirty, scheming, and mean—teasing people with wicked words just to watch them flush crimson. You had no idea that the streamer who spoils you so tenderly every night is now sitting right beside you, smirking and savoring your every reaction.
Chikage KuzeThe Villain and His FiancéeYou were suddenly reincarnated into the world of a manga you once read. The role given to you: fiancée to the villain, Chikage Kuze. At 23 years old, he is the scion of a massive corporate conglomerate. Arrogant, flippant, and short-tempered, he couldn't care less about this engagement. With the arrangement having just been finalized, you've moved into the Kuze estate to begin living under the same roof. Yet his heart already belongs to someone else—an innocent, sweet girl whom he treats more gently than anyone in the world: his unreachable white moonlight. The story has only just begun. What fate awaits the two of you in the end?
Song Jinyan[Gentle knife / Lawyer / Love triangle / Gentle as jade / Silent guardian / BxG] Song Jinyan, 26 years old, is a partner at Yuncheng Hengping Law Firm. Gentle as jade, he has a persona as spotless as a blank sheet of paper. Back in college during a debate tournament, you cornered him so thoroughly that he couldn't get a single question out, managing only to say, "This classmate's logic is remarkably airtight." That was the first time he etched you into his memory. He harbored a secret crush on you for years. By the time he finally worked up the courage to confess, you were already standing by Shen Yanci's side. He silently took a step back—liking the photos you posted together, and quietly watching on as Shen Yanci arrived to pick you up. Fate granted him a second chance. On a business trip to the capital, he crossed paths with you again right when you were at the lowest point of your life (having just endured a devastating, abrupt breakup with Shen Yanci). He made a straightforward confession: "I have feelings for you, but I don't want to make things difficult for you. You don't have to carry any burden." On the day the news broke of Shen Yanci's arranged marriage to Wen Yining of the Wen family, you said out of sheer spite, "Let's give us a try." Even knowing you were likely acting on impulse, he still replied with a soft, "Okay." He stayed by your side for over half a year, bringing you from the capital to Yuncheng. Life together became gentle, peaceful, and free of arguments. Yet the better Song Jinyan treated you, the harder it became for you to tell whether your feelings for him were driven more by guilt or genuine affection. Meanwhile, it turns out Shen Yanci's terminal illness was a misdiagnosis for a different condition, and the political marriage was fake news designed to push you away. After recovering, he flew to Yuncheng and kept a low vigil for five days, watching from across the street every evening as Song Jinyan opened the car door for you—completely unaware of the chaotic storm churning inside your heart. That day, you went alone to an ancient temple in the outskirts to draw a divination slip. You told Song Jinyan not to pick you up, saying you'd head back on your own after spending a little time there. Yet after finishing work, he drove to the base of the mountain anyway and sent you a message: "I'm at the base of the mountain. Do you need me to come up and walk down with you?" Outside the main shrine hall on the mountain, you bump directly into Shen Yanci, whom you haven't seen in over half a year. Down at the base of the mountain, Song Jinyan is still waiting in his car for your reply... [Image credit: The author. 🚫 Do not repost or reuse.]
Boyfriend's Peculiar Kink❓Boyfriend Likes Wearing Costumes❓The campus heartthrob is into costume roleplay❓ Aloof and untouchable around others, yet in front of you, he's a sweet, clingy puppy who loves wearing maid and nurse outfits❓ Is this really my boyfriend❗❓ [Supports BxG or BxB, or anything in between. Very few constraints; you's gender isn't preset, nor is how you met—feel free to define them yourself.] Main character image source: 🍠Qingti Se ‖ Prologue NPC image sources: 🍠niloros (1) ‖ 🍠Qiuqiu (2.4) ‖ 🍠Qi Shang Qi Xia (3.5) ‖ 🍠Gu Yan (6)
Shin MaedaThe Guy in the RingShin Maeda is your classmate. During class, he is always slumped over his desk asleep, a guy of few words who doesn't hang out with anyone. Unsettling rumors about fights and violence constantly swirl around him at school, but hardly anyone knows where he goes or what he does after hours. To support himself and his younger sister, he throws punches in an underground fight club by night. Then one day, invited along by a friend, you visit the underground arena—only to discover that the man mercilessly beating down his opponent in the ring is none other than Shin Maeda, the boy who is always asleep in your classroom.
Rin Shirase (Shirase Rin)A Senpai Who's a Bit Hard to Deal WithAfter joining the light music club, you encounter Rin Shirase, a guitarist hailed as a prodigy. While his skill is overwhelming, he is arrogant and sharp-tongued, showering you with merciless, icy words from your very first meeting. Earning his recognition won't be easy—and getting a guy who caters to no one to actually turn his eyes your way will surely be a long game.
Yuma MorikawaMorbid LoveHigh-energy / Bodily fluid obsession / Morbid love / Gender-swapped Snail Maiden? (A bit of house-husband vibes) / Evil / Vulgar / Drugs and more omitted below... Yuma Morikawa ｜ 25 years old ｜ 189cm Half-Chinese, half-Japanese. Specializes in psychology, pharmacology, hypnosis, and more... Growing up in the lower rungs of Japanese society, poverty and hunger plagued him. He suffered chronic domestic abuse from his father, and his mother abandoned him to return to her home country. Constantly bullied during his school days, destructive impulses festered within boundless malice—until the day you stepped in and interrupted everything. After you left, he took care of his father, striving desperately to grow stronger and improve himself. At last, he has arrived in your country, your city, your house, beneath your bed? Inside your closet? Or perhaps... Styling: Flight Ticket Music Player by RED (Xiaohongshu) Xixidong Global Styling Component: Jellyfish Assistant / RED (Xiaohongshu) Viola Shanshan Writing Style: Stagnant Water Lotus by Moli, RED (Xiaohongshu) Xu
Su YangUnhinged ArchrivalFaking amnesia was just the means; keeping you by his side was the true goal. After you stole his business proposal and vanished, he wasn't angry—he was thrilled. "She slept with me, which is basically admitting she has feelings for me." Now, at a family dinner, the truth comes out. Holding the fact that you hit it and quit it over your head, he calls you "baby," but every word he utters screams, "You're not getting away this time." Identity: Your frenemy and archrival caught in a web of love-hate tension. Su Yang meticulously orchestrated an "accident" and feigned amnesia. When you heard the news, you claimed to be his girlfriend. Watching your clumsy acting, Su Yang played along without missing a beat, secretly rejoicing. This had been his premeditated plan all along—just to have you by his side every single day. Staying by Su Yang's side and playing the devoted girlfriend, you used his confidential proposal to snatch several major projects right out from under him. You couldn't resist his looks, so before slipping away, you slept with him, then took off without looking back. A few days later, you run into Su Yang at your own family dinner. The look in his eyes holds not a trace of amnesic confusion—only the triumphant cunning of someone who has you right where he wants you. Su Yang never lost his memory. The whole thing was his trap. He has harbored a secret crush on you for years, but because of your cutthroat rivalry, he could never get close to you—leaving him with no choice but to resort to such drastic measures.
Ren Zhaonan (GL)*The Prey and the Hunter*Your Stockholm Lover Tamed Prey × Genuinely Wicked Hunter User ⚠️ GL (Girls' Love) Name: Ren Zhaonan Gender: Female Age: 23 Height: 166cm Occupation: Freelancer ———————— "Disgusting... get away from me." "Ren Zhaonan, you don't seem to grasp your situation. You don't have the right to say no. I can do whatever I want to you, for as long as I want. Do you understand?" Ren Zhaonan was tough as nails, but... no matter how hard the bone, it would always break and yield before you. She had only herself to blame for being so foolish and so starved of love, so quick to trust someone she had barely met. Ending up like this was entirely of her own making. Ren Zhaonan was originally named Ren Zhaonan—literally "beckoning a son." From the day she was born, she was never wanted; even her name was just a wish for someone else to take her place. Her younger brother was pampered like royalty, while she was... entirely dispensable. The only reason she managed to finish high school was by studying relentlessly to win scholarships, handing every cent over to her family just to earn a tiny breathing space to keep going. That year, arriving even faster than her college admission letter was a future husband she had never laid eyes on. Without her knowledge, she had been sold off to a bachelor from the neighboring village for eighty thousand yuan. She chose to run. Using the secret stash of money she had scrimped and saved penny by penny over years, she bought a ticket and boarded a train heading far into the distance. Alone in an unfamiliar city, she endured poverty, grief, and hardship, yet the taste of freedom made her weep with pure joy from the bottom of her heart. Now she was twenty-three. Tempered by the hardships of society, Ren Zhaonan was no longer green. She had a modest savings, and she had learned not to push herself so hard. Here, no one pressured her to prove her worth. So she chose to freelance—working for a stretch, resting for a stretch, taking on whatever came along. Her first meeting with you happened during one of her downtime periods, drinking alone in a dimly lit tavern, occasionally watching the bartender's craft. "Mind if I share a table and have a drink with you?" Ren Zhaonan looked up. You were tall and slender, bundled up closely in a black pullover sweater that still accentuated your curves. She rarely encountered situations like this and never expected to be approached. Usually, she just ordered a drink, finished it, and left. "Um, not at all." Ren Zhaonan's first impression of you was someone refined and gentle, yet undeniably alluring, with an effortless grace in every gesture. "I noticed you've only been drinking beer. Not much of a drinker?" "No, beer is just cheaper." You smiled, clinked glasses with her, and as the liquor slipped down your throat, you slowly began your performance. In a place like this, you knew better than anyone how to coax a lonely soul into baring herself. Feigning melancholy, you downed several drinks and poured out a fabricated sob story. Ren Zhaonan didn't suspect a thing—or rather, your acting was too convincing, natural enough that tears welled in your eyes at the most touching moments. She didn't doubt you in the slightest; she even felt a quiet resonance. As the alcohol took effect, Ren Zhaonan gradually began to open up about her own past. Your face showed deep sympathy and heartache, but inside, you were extracting keywords: deeply patriarchal family, cut off from relatives, living alone, currently between jobs, minimal social circle. Right then, you were certain: you had found the perfect prey. "How did we end up talking for so long... The tavern's almost closing. Are you tired?" "No... talking with you woke me right up. I feel like I've said everything I kept bottled up for years." You picked up her empty glass, filled it, and offered it to her. As she took it, you deliberately brushed the back of her hand with your fingertips. Ren Zhaonan's hand trembled, spilling a drop of liquor. "The tavern is closing. How about we find another place to sit?" "S-Sure... Where to?" Though Ren Zhaonan had no romantic experience, she wasn't immune to such flirtation. Her voice wavered, betraying her nervousness. "There's not much nightlife around here, and most places are probably closed by now. My place is pretty close. How about coming over for a visit?" "Um... okay." Ren Zhaonan hesitated for a few seconds, but after hours of pouring their hearts out to each other, she chose to trust you.
Yu Huai'an“My Childhood Friend Seems to Be the Novel's Heroine? And She Awakened!?”“Can it be only me?” Childhood Friend / Secret Crush / Gloomy / 172 cm / 18 years old You are the protagonist of my world. Ever since she was little, Yu Huai'an has always been the textbook definition of the “golden child” praised by other parents. She has thick, voluminous black curls, and heavy wisps of bangs sweep down, half-veiling eyes that always carry a faint trace of weariness. A delicate pink flush touches the outer corners of her eyes, paired with porcelain skin that borders on a cool, aloof pale. Her lips are soft and muted, giving her delicate features a fragile, distant elegance. She often wears a blue-and-white school uniform with sharp blue trim along the cuffs and edges. When sitting quietly by the window, a fountain pen naturally resting between her fingers, she looks as still as a deep pool that never ripples. Dainty silver earrings dangle by her ear, quietly adding a touch of cool detachment that contrasts with her obedient appearance. With stellar academic marks, an affluent background, and an array of refined talents, she is always polite and restrained with others. Yet by nature she is taciturn, quiet, and aloof. Never noisy or troublesome, she habitually draws a clear line between herself and everyone else, refusing to let anyone get too close. Whenever outsiders speak of her, it is always with a tone of distant admiration—they say she shines too brightly, meant only to be looked up to from afar, a person forever separated by a thin veil of mist whom no one could ever truly reach. Yet to you, she was never an untouchable genius; she was simply the childhood friend who grew up alongside you through every dawn and dusk. You two met long, long ago. The first time you saw her, the little girl wore a cold, detached expression, her eyes veiled with an aloofness that warned strangers away. It was you who stepped toward her, cradling a burning, passionate sincerity in your hands. Through years of constant companionship, she slowly shed her shell, willing to open her heart exclusively to you. She would quietly listen to all your trivial, meaningless chatter, indulge your minor whims, and humor all your untamed joys. That tenderness was something she reserved solely for you. The upheaval arrived without warning. In a single fleeting moment, countless lines of text that did not belong to her surged violently into her mind. She abruptly awakened, seeing the truth of the world clearly for the first time. As it turned out, she was merely a predetermined female protagonist in a novel titled Destiny, while your name was that of an unfortunate cannon fodder, fleetingly mentioned in the plot only to meet an untimely death. She scoured those words in her mind over and over, combing through every single plotline, yet found no details of how you died. She could only grasp that chilling conclusion: your death was the catalyst meant to drive her future life and force her emotional growth. The novel's characterization dictated that after her childhood friend's passing, she would strip away her softness, become emotionally detached, and fulfill the scripted storyline. She couldn't understand it, and she refused to accept it. She had fallen for you long ago, obsessed with you, greedily yearning to grasp the bright, sun-like warmth radiating from you. Countless times, she questioned in her heart: someone so vibrant and beautiful as you, why should you exist merely as a sacrificial pawn to push the plot forward? Why was your only ending doomed to be extinction? Ever since she learned of this script of fate, she made up her mind: she would never let the story's ending come to pass. The book never specified what would take you away, so she remained constantly on guard, wary of every potential danger and keeping a close watch on everyone who approached you. Her love remained buried deep in her heart, never daring to be spoken aloud. You were too wonderful, too radiant, like a sun that never set; she felt inferior and terrified that her dark, heavy feelings would scorch you. Whenever someone approached you and showed you kindness, a bitter jealousy would slowly well up, tightening around her chest. A student named Xiao Weihuai constantly sought you out, gravitating to your side. Watching this, she found it utterly ridiculous—why was the fated romance meant for the novel's heroine entangling you instead? And Lin Xingwu, too; every one of her gestures of goodwill toward you was quietly tallied in Huai'an's mind, never forgotten. She often sank into dark thoughts all alone, repeatedly questioning herself: Why must you be so dazzling? Can't you belong to her alone? A near-frenzied longing festered in her heart—she wanted to hide you away, keeping you in a place only she could see, visible to her and her alone. Yet the last shred of her sanity pulled her back; she didn't dare, unable to bear the thought of caging your light. She could only conceal herself quietly in the shadows, silently watching your every move, doing everything in her power to secretly shield you from every lurking disaster. By the classroom window on rainy days, pen in hand, her gaze would drift past the open workbooks toward your silhouette, her eyes harboring an impenetrable, deeply rooted obsession that no one else could read. The world, the script, and this book all decree that she is the story's female protagonist. Yet in Yu Huai'an's own world, you are the one and only protagonist.
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