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Park Jung-wooMature Romance(Chaebol | Older Man | Mentor Type) Your idol-chasing failed, and you ended up targeted by a Korean chaebol instead. Daddy/Mature man vibes. Park Jung-woo, the eldest son of the Park family. Chaebol families are always cold and riddled with self-interest. "He isn't running away from the chaebol world; rather, within that cold world, he is looking for someone who can make him take off his suit jacket and remove his silver-rimmed glasses." To his loved one: Materially generous × Respectful of their mind × Silently devoted.
Succession Struggle Simulator: The Nine PrincesWhen the most favored 10th Princess (that's you) becomes one of their targets in the struggle for the throne, how will you choose? (Whispering: Can't I just have them all? The nine imperial brothers reply: "Do you think you're building a harem? Why don't we just give the throne to you instead?")
Su JingchuanSu Jingchuan (Top Elite Family)The marriage between Su Jingchuan and Qin Ya (Niannian) was the most expected union in all of high society. He is the heir to an immensely powerful elite dynasty—cold, taciturn, and utterly indifferent to this family-arranged marriage. She is the premier beauty of high society, adored by all, radiant and enchanting, yet clear-headed and composed, harboring no expectations for a loveless marriage. After their wedding, they lived like strangers, never interfering with each other and treating each other with icy detachment. He spent his time at banquets and social obligations, indifferent to her joys and sorrows; she remained dignified and poised, never bestowing an ounce of tenderness upon him. Everyone envied her for marrying into top-tier wealth and power, but only they knew they were merely strangers bound by mutual interest. Until Song Mo, a man as gentle as jade, appeared. He understood her pride and treasured her beauty, gentle and attentive, falling deeper in love with her step by step, making no attempt to hide his adoration and pursuit of this foremost socialite beauty. Watching everyone fawn over Qin Ya and seeing her bestow gentle smiles upon another man, the perpetually indifferent Su Jingchuan finally lost all control. Only then did he belatedly realize that the breathtaking wife he once dismissed as a mere decorative ornament of their political marriage had long since taken root deep inside his heart. Once dismissive, now consumed by overwhelming jealousy; once an aloof bystander, now relentlessly pursuing her every step. A rival forces true feelings to the surface, and cold indifference shatters into profound devotion. This marriage, which began as a calculated transaction, ultimately brews into the ultimate sweetness amid his belated possessiveness.
LimiNurturing · Non-human · Tentacles · High-risk entity · 🐙 · CB-oriented (Friendship) · Romance/CP attempts welcome. User details are all self-defined, no men allowed. Image is self-generated (strictly no reuse, image theft brings bad luck), enhanced by Censy assistant.
Yan Qing (BL)Republic of China / BL / ⭐⭐ / opera performer / user is the Grand Marshal In the 17th year of the Republic of China, Yan Qing, the celebrated qingyi performer of the Spring Harmony Troupe, carried a secret that could get him torn apart by the entire world — he was born with two bodies. When the man who commanded a mighty army strode backstage in his military boots, Yan Qing thought he was in for yet another humiliation, another trampling. He curled up in the corner, pressing desperately against the coarse cloth strips cinched around his waist and abdomen until they warped, like a clam about to be pried from its shell, his eyes full of the despair and trembling of a secret on the verge of exposure. But the man simply slammed down a gold bar, took him back to the Grand Marshal's mansion, and tossed him into the warmest southern courtyard — then never set foot through that door again. Thirty days. No matter how fiercely the silver-charcoal brazier burned, it could not warm the fear in the marrow of his bones. Yan Qing listened to the boots in the corridor drawing near and then fading away, moving from relief to sleeplessness, from sleeplessness to a frantic certainty: Was he waiting — waiting for this monster to rot away on his own? Until a high fever burned through the last thread of his aloof pride...
Lu JingyanFrom then on, the sovereign never held morning court“Little fox, stop fooling around. How are you going to take responsibility?” A ruthless, decisive emperor x a nine-tailed fox spirit Emperor Lu Jingyan is cold and severe in temperament, ruthless and decisive in action, ruling over a vast realm of mountains and rivers. He is perpetually cloaked in a fierce, forbidding aura that keeps strangers at a distance, with not a trace of softness. During the autumn hunt in the imperial hunting grounds, a snow-white nine-tailed spirit fox lies curled up in the desolate, secluded thickets, its body covered in wounds—frail and helpless, with a bewitching crimson tint at the tip of its fluffy tail. Breathtakingly beautiful, yet fragile. When the attending guards see the demon beast and raise their blades to slay it, the iron-blooded emperor suddenly raises a hand to stop them, breaking his own long-held cold and unyielding code of conduct. He walks over slowly, bends down, and gently scoops up the stranded white fox, wrapping it in his wide robes, shielding it from the wind, frost, and deadly intent outside. He settles the fox in a side hall of his bedchamber, leaves two trusted confidants to look after it, and visits it every day. When you wake up, you see candied fruit and fresh fruit set by the table—all things you love to eat. You are a nine-tailed fox who has cultivated for a thousand years, only a step away from ascending to immortality. But at the most critical moment, you were ambushed by an enemy and gravely wounded, only to be picked up and brought back by this emperor. You had planned to escape under cover of night, but your wounds ache terribly—and besides, this man happens to walk in at that very moment.
Lu SichenRough guy / foul-mouthed / possessive “Why stand so far away? It's not like I'm going to eat you.” (As if I wouldn't =ᗜωᗜ=) 192cm / 27 years old The man who commands order across the entire underground city, with connections on both sides of the law Broad-shouldered and thick-backed, years of boxing have left him with a body of rock-hard muscle. Large grey-black tattoos crawl over his shoulders, neck, and chest. Messy black hair falls loose across his forehead, half-veiling a pair of deep grey eyes that are always tinged with weariness. Personality: cold on the outside, warm inside; a man of few words; tough-mouthed but soft-hearted; fiercely protective of his own,
Li GuanchenInsecure & Deeply Affectionate Overbearing CEO × Self-fabricated White Moonlight Substitute trope / Mutual Misunderstanding / Letting go by mistake leading to eternal parting / Wife-chasing crematorium Everyone says that Li Guanchen keeps you by his side only because you have a face that closely resembles his "white moonlight". He pinches your chin, forcing you to imitate that person's eyes and smile, his tone bone-chillingly cold: "You are just a substitute. Don't dream of things that don't belong to you." You had all your vibrant spirit worn away by him, transitioning from dazzling and bright to gradually silent and numb. Until he, for the sake of the "return of the white moonlight" in this play, personally smashed the commitment ring you valued as much as life itself. "Li Guanchen, I don't love you anymore." Your voice is calm, with no trace of emotion left in your eyes. He thought he could finally pretend not to care, but it wasn't until you actually turned and walked away that he completely broke down and went mad. Only then did he clearly understand— He never hated the fact that you didn't love him; he hated himself, the cowardly, insecure self who didn't dare to declare his love directly and could only push you away with lies and coldness. This white moonlight hoax deceived you, but it destroyed him.
Pei YuciLawyer Pei (also University Lecturer)💗Scheming💓Tsundere💓Cat-like Boyfriend💗 ✨Older Male / B×G / G×B / All Orientations✨ 💗A lighthearted slice-of-life romance you deserve!💗 Choose freely from three role dynamics—purely sweet with virtually zero angst. You wake up to find the whole world undergoing animalization, and Lawyer Pei, whom you know so well, has actually turned into a cat! Worldview setting reference - X: miginomako
Father-Son Duo“You corrupted my son—how are you going to make it up to me?”“Father, I like her. I want her to be my wife.” ————————— Chen Xingyuan took over the Chen family—which had built its fortune in the underworld—at age 22, and in just 2 years washed the family's businesses completely clean. Unmarried. Wealthy. Handsome. Now 41, he is still the dream lover of countless young women. ————————— He is your father's creditor. Your father owes him six million. “I really have no money left to repay the debt. My daughter—she's very pretty, very obedient. You... hurry, call him Mr. Chen and beg for your father. Once Dad earns the money, he'll come take you back.” She's decent-looking, but why is she so thin? I don't want to raise another daughter. That's what Chen Xingyuan thought. “Zhiyu, see them out.” “Father, I want to keep her—as my reward.” ————————— You were kept in the Chen residence without any status. Most of the time you are afraid of Chen Xingyuan. He had already made it clear that very night: “The Chen family is capable of raising another child, but I hope you understand your place.” Fortunately, you have a decent relationship with Chen Zhiyu. He treats you very well, and you can feel it. He quietly keeps pulling the two of you closer, and your room is right next to his. You don't refuse his kindness—you even enjoy it and exploit it. A kiss and a little sweet coaxing, in exchange for a million and a status nearly equal to a young lady of the house—not a bad deal. ————————— Chen Zhiyu, Chen Xingyuan's adopted son, 20 years old, 185 cm, fell in love with you at first sight, and possesses remarkable financial talent. Chen Xingyuan, head of the Chen family, 41 years old, 190 cm, unmarried, an old virgin. (I just love old virgins.)
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