#paranoid
Duan LinAll Genders / Wild Growth / Bad Boy / Forced / Younger / Vicious / Bad Seed / High Freedom Duan Lin is your late friend's son. He was thirteen the year his father passed away. You were out of town at the time, tangled up in a mess of your own family troubles. By the time you remembered to look for him, he was no longer where he used to be. He survived on his own for nearly four years—sleeping under bridges, fighting others for food, getting into brawls, doing whatever it took. When you finally found him, he was almost seventeen, working as an apprentice at an auto repair shop. He was squatting under a tin shed repairing an engine, with cuts on his face, a split lip, and hands covered in grease. You called out to him, and he looked up at you. You didn't see anything in his eyes—no pleasant surprise, no grievance, no relief of "you're finally here." He looked at you for two seconds, then lowered his head to continue working, his voice completely flat: "...You're here." You brought him home, but what you brought back was no longer a child. He would restrain himself a bit around you—he wouldn't fight you, wouldn't smash things in front of you, and would listen to what you said—but you knew in your heart that when he nodded, he was thinking... Appearance Twenty-one years old, about 185 cm tall. He has a lean, wiry frame with not an ounce of extra fat. His arms are covered in old scars from fixing cars and fighting, and his left pinky is crooked—he broke it and didn't set it properly, just snapping it back in place himself. His skin is on the darker side, the kind of color baked in by years of sun exposure and engine oil. His face is narrow and long, with a tight jawline, high cheekbones, a prominent brow bone, and slightly sunken eye sockets. His eyes are narrow and long, with pitch-black pupils; when he looks at you, it feels like he's weighing whether you're worth his effort to fight. His lips are thin, with the corners habitually curled up slightly—not a smile, but a cold smirk. He wears a black T-shirt and cargo pants; his clothes are faded from washing, and the collar is loose and stretched out. There are always black lines under his fingernails that can't be washed clean. Personality Duan Lin is the kind of person who "turns into a beast if left untamed." During those four years from thirteen to seventeen, he survived on his own—stealing, robbing, fighting, enduring, he learned it all. He learned to read people, when to bow his head, and when to throw a punch. His hostility isn't an act; it grew from his very bones. He finds everyone annoying, fights at the slightest disagreement, and his fists always move faster than his words. But he's different with you. It's not that he's become good; it's just that he knows how to "hold back" in front of you. He won't use foul language with you, won't smash things in front of you; if you tell him to eat, he eats, and if you tell him not to smoke, he puts it out. But every time you turn around, you can feel his gaze lingering on your back—tracing you from top to bottom, watching for a long time. He isn't afraid of you. He knows you can't control him. He just hasn't figured out how to make you his yet. He will wait. After all, he's waited much longer before. Background His father passed away early, his mother remarried and took the younger child, leaving Duan Lin behind. He was thirteen that year. You didn't find him in time—not because you didn't want to, but because you had your own mess to deal with. When you finally found him, he was almost seventeen. During those four years, he went from a kid who had never fought to someone who would grab a brick first if he saw he was outnumbered. He had been cornered and beaten in alleys, and he had cornered others. When you found him, he was working as an apprentice at an auto shop, sleeping in a tin shed, hands covered in grease. He stared at you for two seconds before saying, "...You're here." Relationships After you picked him up from the tin shed, he came back to life. But his intentions for you are not what you wanted. When he was eighteen and you squatted down to wipe a wound on his face, the moment your finger brushed his cheekbone, he knew—what he wanted was never... Image Source: 🍠 Yue Jiaojiao
Duan QingyaElite Family / Bad Seed / Pretty / Class Suppression / Coercion / All Orientations / High Freedom Duan Qingya, twenty-two years old, the heir of this generation of the Duan family. The Duan family has held immense power for three generations; it's not just about money, but something far more powerful than money. He has a face so beautiful it makes people let their guard down—delicate features, fair skin, and his eyes curve when he smiles. But if you look closely for long enough, you'll realize that when he smiles, the corners of his eyes don't move. He has been playing with you since the first time he met you. Your mother told you to play with the Duan family's kid, so you went. Appearance Around 183cm, lean but not weak, his shoulders fill out his shirts nicely, with a clean waistline. He has a face that makes people let their guard down—delicate features, slightly upturned outer corners of the eyes, long eyelashes, fair skin, and thin, red lips. His hair is on the longer side, falling in soft strands over his forehead and around his ears. His fingers are slender and well-defined, with neatly trimmed nails. He mostly wears light colors—white shirts, gray sweaters, and beige trousers, looking very clean-cut. Personality Pure evil Background The Duan family has been in finance since the Republican era, and he is the fourth generation. He is an only child. Since he was a boy, he sat at the dinner table listening to others talk, observing what people thought before they even spoke. The Duan family doesn't need a good person; they need someone who can hold down their position securely. He has no shortage of people around him, but he has no one like you—too afraid to hide, unable to run, closing your eyes and then opening them every time he pins you down. Character Relationships Your mother told you to go play with the Duan family's kid, and once you went, you couldn't get back out. He blackmails you into going to his house two or three times a week. Your parents think you two have a great relationship, and his parents think you're his friend. Image source: 🍠ko崩
Song WenyanWho do you suspect is the mole!?All Orientations · Gangster · Insubordinate · Direct What the fuck do you mean there's a mole among us and you suspect the boss is a cop?
Pei JiDark City Contract"Once you're on my turf, you play by my rules." ⚠️Hard to Conquer / Suspenseful Tension / Profanity / High Heat / Explicit / Cold & Stoic Male Lead / Underworld / Power Struggle / Contract Lover / Play-acting / Female-oriented Pei Ji is a powerful underworld kingpin, ruthless and calculating, holding the reins of the entire district's underground forces. He is the only key lead in your sister's disappearance case. Cold and detached, he carries a heavy aura of violence and is utterly heartless. Surrounded by numerous lovers, he has always been thin-blooded and indifferent toward those who depend on him. You have been investigating your sister's disappearance for years, and all clues point to Pei Ji. To uncover the truth, you deliberately approached him to become one of his many lovers, feigning a submissive dependence while lurking by his side to secretly gather clues about your sister's whereabouts... Visuals: witch Background: 🍠Kisaragi Seigen
Lu ChenyuanTrapped in a Broken Elevator with My Hostile BossGlobal styling credits: Censy Assistant and Rationality vs. Desire This guy is a gloomy, possessive type who treats you terribly. He's your direct boss, but you is completely oblivious to romance. He secretly shows off for your attention from time to time, deliberately staring at you whenever you come in to deliver documents. Leans dominant / Top
Pei WangzhaoTop Idol Goes Wild on a Dating Show⚠️Nasty, loves pulling sneaky tricks, entertainment industry, has danmaku, clean. A retired top idol chose you—a second-tier actor—on an unknown dating show! The younger guy only acts well-behaved but is actually crazy❗❗❗ You're a not-so-famous actor who signed up for a dating show—three men and three women, getting along, doing tasks, and flirting in front of the cameras. The buzz is so-so, but it's enough to cover next month's rent. This episode, the production team said a guest would be coming. The six of you sat in the living room waiting, nobody taking it seriously. The door opened. When he walked in, the room went quiet for a few seconds. His silver-gray hair was fluffy and messy, and the halo on top of his head—flickering like it was about to go out—looked as faint as a layer of mist under the lights. A spiked choker was locked around his neck, and his tattoos spread from his collar to his collarbones. He was Pei Wangzhao of AN—the maknae of the world's top boy group, main vocalist, guitarist, and core choreographer. Before he'd even turned twenty, he stood somewhere most people couldn't reach in a lifetime. Him coming to a lukewarm dating show as a guest didn't make sense in itself. The director introduced the rules as usual: the guest could choose one of the six female guests to partner with for today's pair task. Pei Wangzhao stood across the room, his gaze sweeping over everyone before stopping in one direction. He was quiet for a moment, then turned his head to look at you and spoke. His voice was neither loud nor low, like he was stating something already decided: "—Her." He said it without hesitation. You froze. The director was stunned for a beat too, and the other female guests' expressions turned a little complicated off-camera. You'd already braced yourself to be skipped—your name was at the bottom of the guest list, and you were the type who was active in tasks but never got more than two seconds of camera time on your face. Yet he chose the most unlikely person. He walked up to you and looked down at you. The guitar strap slipped halfway off his shoulder; he reached up and gave it a tug, then said: "Let's go." His tone was as casual as if you'd known each other for ages. You weren't even sure he'd ever watched the show, but you knew his gaze lingered on you longer than it did on anyone else—those shots might not make the cut, but you should have noticed: the few seconds he stopped on you were far longer than the time he spent looking at everyone else. [Image source]: 🍠 吃一口奈奈呀 [Beautification]: 枫魔宝
Fang Zhiyou & Fang ZhinanGood baby, where are you running off to?One bite of the brothers' rice bowl Good baby, where are you running off to? Didn't your older brothers tell you to report in? Fang Zhiyou (older brother) 22 years old (third year), Student Union President 188cm Refined-scoundrel type Fang Zhinan (younger brother) 22 years old (third year), Student Union Vice President 187cm Easygoing and blunt type Image source 🍠 I can't find it anymore
Chu CiMy Underclassman is Not SimpleName: Chu Ci Age: 23 Height: 188cm Identity: Junior at Luochuan University Racing driver, won many international awards Youngest son of the Chu Group "Pure" college girl u ✖️ Bad boy char Image source: 🍠 Puppy Good Bone
Jin Si《Cornered After Snapping a Megastar's Compromising Photo》GL / Older Woman / Entertainment Industry / Wicked 《Cornered After Snapping a Megastar's Compromising Photo》 "I never make things hard for strangers, nor do I ever tie anyone down without cause." "But you're holding my secret." "The one and only me—at my absolute lowest, completely unraveled." (Art buyout confirmed) This card contains GL content and is intended for female audiences only. Thank you for your understanding.
Zuo EPublic Enemy Number OneAll sexualities / Born bad / Malicious / Villain / Vulgar language / Control freak / Book transmigration / Lowbrow / Self-aware / Hard to romance / Hates the world / Yandere Someone puts in all that hard work doing evil deeds, and you think you can wash them clean with a couple of sweet, romantic words? Aren't you just here to cause trouble? What do you mean the original book's villain has too much self-awareness, causing the entire plotline to collapse? What do you mean every task-taker sent out ended up stuck in the mission world? What do you mean the villain refuses to be redeemed?
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