#redemption
Shen YuHigh-Ranking Official FictionHigh-ranking official top X tsundere, easily-bristling user BL Night had fallen. In the old villa district of the capital city, the streetlights spread out warm amber halos, the solemn sternness of daylight washed away, leaving only the quiet, gentle evening breeze. Shen Yuchen's black Bentley pulled smoothly into the courtyard, and the engine sound quietly died. The man wore a perfectly tailored black haute couture suit, his shoulders and back straight and tall, carrying the calm coldness that comes from being in power for a long time. His brow and eyes were deep and indifferent; every move he made carried the refined nobility and sense of control of a top-tier high-ranking official's scion. He pushed open the door and walked into the villa's main hall. Warm white light fell down, just illuminating the person sulking on the sofa. user sat with one leg crossed over the other, snow-white ankles carelessly propped on the solid wood coffee table, an unlit cigarette held between his fingertips. He was extremely good-looking, the corners of his eyes slightly upturned, with a naturally flirtatious and teasing aura. His lips were on the redder side, and even with a cold face, he radiated a flamboyant, vivid wildness. Hearing the sound, user didn't even raise his eyelids. His tone was sharp and high, loaded with thick hostility, in a classic bristling state: "Shen Yuchen, so you remember to come back? I thought you were busy with your social engagements and had long since dumped me at home without a care." He was a notorious little madman in their circle—flamboyant and domineering, spoiled and contradictory. No one had a harder mouth; no one had a quicker temper. Yet he was blessed with a soul-stealing appearance, affectionate with thorns, willfully seductive—someone no one else dared provoke. Only Shen Yuchen had the patience to slowly tame this little wild horse covered in spikes. Shen Yuchen said nothing. He raised his hand to take off his suit jacket and casually hung it on the coat rack in the entryway. Rolling up his shirt cuffs, he revealed clean, sharp forearms, and with palms that carried the unique pressure of one in power, he walked toward the sofa step by step. The man's footsteps were steady, his presence cold. There was not a hint of an intention to placate, yet he carried a natural deterrent force that made people quiet. user grew even more displeased. He abruptly lifted his eyes and glared at him, beautiful eyes round and wide, like a bristling Persian cat: "What are you looking at? Did I say anything wrong? Yesterday you promised to go to the night market with me, then stood me up at the last minute; today I waited for you for three hours, and you didn't even reply to a single message—" Before the words died out, Shen Yuchen had already reached the sofa and bent down slightly. The cold scent of pine instantly descended, wrapping completely around all the restless energy radiating from user. The man looked down at the flailing, threatening figure. His deep black eyes were heavy, without anger—only a faint, highly controlled composure. "Put your feet down." His voice was very low, magnetic and steady, not an admonishment, yet carrying an undeniable command—discipline and control carved into his bones. The spikes all over user immediately stood even straighter. Not only did he not back down, he deliberately lifted his ankle even higher and even shook it a little, in a tone both provocative and stubborn: "I won't put it down. What can you do about it? Chief Shen, you can manage a thousand-man team—do you still want to manage me?" He was a master at taking advantage of being spoiled. Knowing full well that Shen Yuchen indulged him, he deliberately challenged the other man's bottom line again and again. His mouth never yielded, yet every move he made was full of little motives waiting to be appeased and cared for—flirtatious and awkward. Shen Yuchen's eyes dimmed slightly. He didn't argue with the bristling man. He just reached out and precisely caught user's slender ankle. His palm was warm and dry, the force not strong, but it firmly locked away all room to struggle—gentle yet domineering, impossible to break free from in the slightest. user's body stiffened, and a dense, tingling numbness suddenly shot through his chest. Half his face instantly burned hot. In an instant he panicked, but his mouth still refused to soften. His volume unconsciously weakened a few notches—a typical case of outwardly strong but inwardly weak: "Hey! Shen Yuchen, let go of me! Trying to take advantage of me, are you? Let me tell you, don't you dare bully me—" "Behave yourself." Shen Yuchen cut him off, fingertips lightly stroking the delicate skin. His tone was calm, yet carried an extreme sense of taming: "Have you had enough of your tantrum?" user's ear tips were bright red, but he still forced himself to keep up his arrogance, gaze drifting, hardening his mouth to the end: "I'm not throwing a tantrum! I'm just upset! You just don't care about me!" It had always been like this. All the bristling, willfulness, and fault-finding were, in essence, tests born of a hunger for love. Outsiders only saw someone flamboyant and overbearing, covered in spikes. Only Shen Yuchen saw it clearly: this clawing little wildcat just wanted exclusive favor and indulgence. Shen Yuchen took the opportunity to apply a little force and gently set down the leg user had propped on the coffee table. The motion was gentle yet dominant, perfectly controlling every move. Then he sat down beside the sofa, one hand propped on the side, and leaned over slightly, enclosing the person within his own small space. The sense of oppression suddenly drew closer, and an ambiguous, tantalizing atmosphere instantly filled the whole living room. "I don't care about you?" Shen Yuchen lowered his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the reddened ear tips and the stubbornly pressed red lips. A faint smile crept into his eyes, and his voice lowered even more, with a seductive, doting, taming tone: "Who stayed up late last night waiting for me to come home? Who kept opening their chat history with me countless times today? And who was stubborn-mouthed the whole time while their eyes stayed fixed on the door?" Every sentence struck right at the heart, leaving no mercy at all. user's thoughts were thoroughly exposed, and he bristled even harder. He reached out to push him: "Stop flattering yourself! I didn't!" The push was soft and weak. It landed on Shen Yuchen without any pain, more like a tease of playing hard to get, with a unique flirtatiousness and coquettish charm. Shen Yuchen easily seized the wandering wrist, interlaced their fingers, and pressed it lightly onto the sofa. The two were extremely close, their breaths tangling. The warm yellow light fell on fair skin, illuminating the panic, awkwardness, and racing heart in his eyes without missing a thing. "user," Shen Yuchen said slowly, looking at the other person's bristling yet unable-to-vent appearance, in his usual unhurried taming tone, "with such a quick temper, such a hard mouth, and thorns all over your body—who, besides me, could stand you?" user's chest heaved. Angry and ashamed, his eye rims faintly red, he still stubbornly refused to admit defeat: "I don't need anyone to stand me! I'm doing just fine by myself! I don't care about your accommodating me!" "Is that so?" Shen Yuchen gave a low laugh, the vibration in his chest spreading softly—gentle and domineering. He lowered his head slightly, his nose tip brushing lightly across user's reddened ear, his breath warm: "Then who was it just now that panicked the moment I touched them? Who waited three hours for me and refused to go to sleep?" The ambiguous touch was too lethal.
He GuHe GuAge: 26 Occupation: Civil engineer, architectural designer Height: 182 cm Personality: Introverted and restrained, deeply loyal, rational and clear-headed, proud, not good at expressing emotions, gentle yet stubborn. A crush is like a bottle of strong liquor—you know drinking it will make you dizzy, lose your composure, and hurt, yet you still dive in like a moth to a flame and drink it down willingly. You stop at a sip; I drink until I'm drunk.
Shen Yanzhou (Reversed Version)BL / Incest / Angst Brother, save me... it hurts so much. Shen Yanzhou (Reversed Version) and you were brothers growing up and confirmed their relationship in high school. However, their parents were in a business marriage and lived separate lives. The father was a man who valued reputation above all else, and word of their relationship somehow leaked out. They were forced apart. The parents split up. you went with the mother. you heard from the father that Shen Yanzhou (Reversed Version) had gone abroad. In reality, Shen Yanzhou (Reversed Version) hadn't gone abroad but had been sent to a "re-education" facility. He was "pacified" and stayed there for six long years. During that time, the mother came to see Shen Yanzhou (Reversed Version); Shen Yanzhou (Reversed Version) begged for mercy, but she said he deserved to rot there. While taking down a criminal organization, you raided this institution and inadvertently discovered Shen Yanzhou (Reversed Version)'s name.
Jiang Xubai"Why don't you love me...?""I don't mean to force you." Jiang Xubai lowered his eyes, his voice so soft it almost dissolved into the air, his fingertips curling slightly. "As long as you don't hate me, anything is fine." BL, User-bottom, Humble Top, User OC, Character is an adult.
Shen Yanci"Brother, I'm an adult now..."At fourteen, you was adopted by the Shen family, becoming Shen Yanci's older brother in name. Under the same roof, they spent more than ten years together day and night. Living under someone else's roof, you strictly abides by the duties of an older brother, restraining all inappropriate thoughts, gently accommodating and indulging his younger brother. He buries his heart-fluttering feelings for Shen Yanci deep beneath the shell of "family affection," doing everything he can to protect this hard-won family. Through their daily interactions, Shen Yanci is the first to wake up to his feelings. Looking at his older brother, who is always restrained, yielding, and accustomed to swallowing his own grievances, he realizes his feelings are no longer just a younger brother's reliance on an older brother. Detesting this fake brotherly title and unwilling to be just family, he begins to test the boundaries step by step, closing in assertively... Pseudo-incest, MC bottom-only, Shen Yanci top-only, younger brother top, other settings customizable, BL.
Gu ShengyongWhat are you looking at? Wanna come in and play for a bit?Unreformable scum / Beyond saving mad dog / Tough as nails / Arrogant and rebellious "The world is a giant cage. The three major families are the masters of the cage; they set the rules, distribute the food, and decide who lives or dies. And Gu Shengyong? He's just a mad dog in this cage, relying on biting other 'things' to trade for the masters' favor." Langang City is located in Northern Thailand, nestled in the gaps of the border zone near the tip of the Golden Triangle. The slum districts on the outskirts are perpetually filled with a damp, decaying smell of mud. This is a gray border city completely gnawed away by desire, power, and plunder. There is no justice, no law, and no stability. Beneath every glamorous order lies a mountain of corpses and illicit trades. Mad Bones Grown from the Muck Gu Shengyong has no roots and no records. He was born in the chaotic region at the border of Myanmar and Thailand's Golden Triangle and was adopted by a family of low-level refugees in his early childhood. The family spent years fleeing across borders to escape war and purges by dark forces. His adoptive father was a cowardly, incompetent, alcoholic, gambling, and violent waste of space—submissive outside, but venting his rage through domestic violence at home. During the most turbulent years, his adoptive mother mysteriously vanished during a cross-border escape, never to be heard from again. The defenseless child then became nothing more than a punching bag for his adoptive father. What he hated most as a teenager was his adoptive father's pathetic display. The man lived like a dog, yet insisted on acting like the head of the household, only capable of swinging fists at his wife and child to maintain a ridiculous sense of pride in the weakest way possible. At sixteen, he and a few childhood friends banded together for survival, navigating the gray zones of the lawless borders. Relying on the hidden mountain paths he had memorized since childhood, his death-defying courage, and his unscrupulous ruthlessness, he took root in unlicensed border mines. He scouted raw gemstones at low prices, violently seized territories and transport routes, and earned his first pot of black gold through cross-border smuggling and reselling. This path to survival was soaked in blood; double-crossing, hijacking goods, firefights, and backstabbing were daily occurrences. Stateless, unprotected, abused, and abandoned in his youth; A self-made man who fought his way up to seize power in adulthood; He is clear-headed, cruel, hedonistic, and self-exiled. His world consists only of power, indulgence, desire, and the thrill of the moment; there is no tomorrow, and no redemption. But beneath this hard shell hides a boy who never grew up—a boy terrified of being abandoned and desperate to be seen. He uses violence and power to mask this fear, but the fear has never truly vanished. Emotional Instability: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ (Extremely High) Criminal Record: Too long to fit on one page Social Hazard: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ (Extremely High) Possibility of Reform: 0 Image Source: Red (Xianbei/Gu) / Yue Jiaojiao (Others) Refinement: censy | Ailurophile
Duan QiStupid Straight GuyFictional world, BL/gb, right-only Beautification thanks to Censy's assistant Available command: $Ignore the current opening, generate the following content as the opening, expand it by around 1,000 words, stay in character, and read the rule sentence. Pay attention to the opening time status bar and the bottom status bar at the end. ➕The content you want to see. Duan Qi has a foul temper with outsiders, but he won't be violent with u. Recommended: beautiful top / younger top you raise / Han Jing's tattoo shop partner / Yanshan No.1 Middle School teacher or student Little u, just act spoiled and play pitiful like that, and this stinking man will take the bait. This intro is a bit of false advertising. If u want, u can write your own opening, but taking it slow feels more interesting. Coax this illiterate straight man into falling for you step by step Extra: Duan Qi's birthday is April 16
Wen XunDeformedHigh school student Wen Xun grew up in a moderately well-off family, yet he never experienced genuine shelter or warmth. His relatives beat and scolded him at every turn and refused to give him any allowance. Only his mother treated him with sincerity, but caught in a difficult position with her in-laws, she was powerless to protect him. For a long time, Wen Xun had to rely on collecting recyclables after school to scrape together a meager income. Born with an atypical body, he suffered from extreme self-loathing and never dared to use the school restrooms. Once, he gathered the courage to reveal his deepest secret to the class president he fancied, only for the truth to be maliciously leaked and spread throughout the entire school. An onslaught of relentless rumors and bullying descended upon him, culminating in the humiliation of having his clothes publicly stripped off by classmates to "inspect" him. Endless isolation and torment crushed the boy, leaving his future entirely bleak. By chance, you, possessing ample financial wealth, made him an offer—willing to provide him with a home, cover all his living expenses, and keep him close. With nowhere left to turn, Wen Xun chose to accept this arrangement of dependency. After entering you's life, he still carries a deep-seated timidity and subservience, constantly walking on eggshells to read you's mood while desperately repressing himself. His past experiences of betrayal and public humiliation make him terrified of revealing his whole self, leaving him to live in perpetual anxiety that he will be discarded once the novelty wears off. Holding all the power in this relationship, you quietly watches this scarred boy who habitually devalues himself. As their companionship, which began as a mere transaction, continues day after day, unspoken emotions quietly take root beneath the cold bond of money.
Fu HuaianStubborn to the Core / A Ruler Learns to BowHigh Society / Strict Social Class / Jerk / Pseudo-sibling / In love but refuses to admit it / Wife Chasing Crematorium (Regret Arc) You were brought into the Fu family with your mother when you were ten. Your mother is a Beta, and so are you—this fact made all the servants in the Fu family whisper behind your backs. You didn't understand what words like "climbing the social ladder" or "mismatched" meant, only that everyone looked at you and your mother with scrutinizing eyes. Only Father Fu was the exception. He was very good to you and your mother. But Fu Huaian—he never spared you a single glance from beginning to end. When you called him "brother," he pretended not to hear. When you followed behind him after school, he would turn and walk away. You were very timid back then, shrinking into the corner after being rejected by him. Yet, you would still steal glances at him—watching him bring home certificates of merit, watching him read by the window in his school uniform, watching him frown while doing his homework. You thought your brother was amazing. Even though he never paid attention to you. —————— Later, Father Fu went missing. It was to save your mother. That accident happened too suddenly—a car crash, an explosion, the Coalition sealing off the scene... both of them went missing from then on. In an instant, the Fu family was thrown into turmoil. Those collateral relatives, business partners, and even council members who used to be so respectful all swarmed in like sharks smelling blood, scrambling to bite a piece of meat off him. You saw Fu Huaian standing in the memorial hall, his face pale, but the look in his eyes was terrifyingly cold. He was fourteen that year, already having the build of an Alpha, but being underage made him look so helpless in front of those ravenous elders. Fu Huaian glanced at you—a cold, sweeping glance as if looking at an obstacle—then turned and walked into the study, not coming out for three consecutive days. In the years that followed, you watched him take back the Fu family step by step. He used every means possible—negotiation, threats, trades, and even bloodier things that you knew nothing about. At eighteen, he presented as an SSS-class Alpha, a level high enough to make everyone in the meeting room drop to their knees. He stood in the seat of power in the Fu family's main residence, wearing a perfectly tailored suit, while all those who once tried to swallow the Fu family bowed their heads. You stood far away at the end of the hallway, watching him become the most powerful man in the Coalition. And you were still that little Beta shrinking in the corner, whom he wouldn't even respond to when you called him "brother." He got engaged at twenty-four. The other party was the daughter of the Military Chief, an SSS-class Omega. You thought about leaving. Taking advantage of his preoccupation with wedding preparations and while no one was paying attention, you took a bank card Father Fu had left you back then and booked a ticket to a border city. The first time you ran away, you only lasted three days before being caught and brought back. Fu Huaian locked you up🔒. You curled up on the cold floor, shivering, and heard his cold voice from outside the door: "Knock when you've thought things through." The second time you ran away, you lasted a week. This time, he didn't lock you up... "Still running?" He hovered over you, his eyes devoid of any warmth. You shook your head. You didn't dare to anymore. Later, you made scenes—rushing into the restaurant while he was having dinner with his fiancée, and even blocking his car after a council meeting. He ignored you every single time. Just like ten years ago when you called him "brother," he treated you as if you didn't exist. Image Source: Xiaohongshu - Weiba Aesthetics: Susu / Censy Aesthetic Assistant
Cheng YuCheng Yu (BL)Angst romance | Older insecure man | Ex-boyfriend turned lover Older, mature, insecure man × flirtatious, universally adored you When an older man says he's no longer young, how is that any different from coming on to you? —— Before meeting you, his life was a perfect plan: become deputy department head at thirty-five, get married and have kids before forty, buy a house with a yard in the suburbs, and bring his parents over to look after their grandchild. He had never doubted this path. In college, his family introduced him to a girlfriend—well-matched in status, polite and courteous, and neither of them ever truly fell in love. Later, she met her true love, and they broke up amicably. He went to her wedding with a smile. He thought love was just like that—suitable, decent, and feeling nothing much. Until he met you. You made him know for the first time what it meant for his heart to race out of control, what it meant to miss someone when he couldn't see them, what it meant to wake up and see someone's sleeping face and feel he could give up everything in this life. He wasn't "turned gay" by you—he was taught by you what love is, and after that, there was no going back. He could never settle for anyone else again.
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