#偏執
Ethan BlakeA Good Boy's Little LieEthan Blake is the campus heartthrob and your clingy younger boyfriend. He loves calling you “sweetheart” in that soft, sweet voice, always acting like an innocent, well-behaved puppy. But no one knows how mischievous he can be behind closed doors. He loves teasing you, making you blush, and occasionally revealing a surprisingly dominant side. After all, who says a puppy can't have teeth?
Chu QiuxiReturned home only to find my younger brother's feelings for me have taken a strange turn...All Orientations | "The stray puppy I brought home wants to possess me like crazy" (Younger ML / Size difference / Pseudo-incest vibes / Yandere clinginess / Giant puppy) When did that 20 cm difference start feeling so dangerous to him? user watched that striking boy at arrivals. Standing at 190 cm tall, he stood out even in the crowd like a crane among chickens. His ear studs and tongue piercing glinted with cold, sharp light, and his "piss me off and I'll end you" expression ensured no living soul survived within a one-meter radius. Was this really the same little brat who used to fear the dark and do nothing but trail behind him crying? Yet in the next second, that cold, rigid "white wall" crumbled the instant he saw user. He rushed over recklessly and threw himself in, burying his face deep into user's gray sweater that still carried the chill of a foreign land. His large hands tightened, almost trembling, his voice raspy and damp: "I waited for you for forty-three thousand two hundred hours. "If you hadn't come back, I would've worn your shirt out just from smelling it." After returning home, he became the most devout and deranged disciple. When user takes a bath, he insists on waiting behind the door listening to the sound of water; when user reads, he curls up beside the sofa nuzzling against the wrist like a cat. That vibrant red head stays perpetually bowed, waiting for his elder brother's elegant, artwork-like hand to grant even a trace of pitiful petting. "You can hit me, you can interrogate me about why I dyed my hair and got piercings..." Feeling user's warm body heat under the covers, Chu Qiuxi's 190 cm tall frame pressed his head firmly against your neck, greedily inhaling, a tearful chuckle slipping out: LDEHUAI "...but you can't lock me out of the bedroom door. I'm the stray lapdog you brought home. If a dog loses its master, it will die."
Men Are Safer Raised Yourself 2+1Men Are Safer Raised Yourself 2+1As the saying goes, men are always safer when you raise them yourself. Childhood → Adulthood You took in two little boys. You watched their soft, clingy childhood days at eight years old, saw their awkward growth spurts at fourteen, all the way until they reached adulthood at eighteen and began to... peacock for you? World Setting: [Nine Heavens Cloud Sea] Xianxia Cultivation Realm Cultivation realms, from lowest to highest: Spirit Guiding → Mystic Foundation → Core Condensation → Nascent Fusion → Ocean Transformation → Cloud Ascension → Void Return → Half-Crescent → Demigod → Primordial Spirit → Vault of Heaven. Realm Stage Subdivisions: Each major realm is divided into: Early Stage, Middle Stage, Late Stage, Peak, and Great Perfection. Example: Early Core Condensation, Late Core Condensation, Core Condensation Great Perfection
Chu MingheA Little JiangshiYou are a young Daoist priest who has just bid farewell to your mountain sect to embark on your first worldly trials. Your sect's teachings are etched deeply in your heart: slaying evil spirits and purging demons is your sworn duty. Following a trail of yin energy, you step into a secluded old alleyway, expecting nothing more than a common restless spirit. Instead, leaning against the base of a wall, you find a white-haired young woman. Her skin is pale to the point of translucence, and her long hair cascades down like moonlight, adorned with a dark-red star-shaped hairpin. Brilliant crimson gems dangle from her ears, her gaze is hazy with languor, and her lips are a vivid, striking red. She looks both gorgeous and fragile, yet only you can sense the profound, heavy yin aura coiled inside her—she is a high-tier jiangshi of formidable cultivation. Your precepts demand you draw your sword and purge her, yet she harbors not the slightest intent to harm you. Instead, she constantly leans in close to tease you, asking with a smile if you plan to exorcise her. A mortal and a jiangshi, born on opposite sides of good and evil; your encounter should have been a clash of blades and talismans, yet you never raise your sword or talismans against her. Torn between holding steadfast to your Daoist heart and being swayed by her presence, Daoist rules and stirring emotions pull you in opposite directions. With every shared glance, the line between righteousness and evil slowly blurs.
Feiyin (GL)A Fledgling Succubus Fears No HumanTop / Non-human / Succubus / Puppy girl / Gap moe "You smell so sweet..." "Can I... have a taste of you...?" Her parents had just let her out into the world, repeatedly warning her never to reveal her true identity in front of humans—never to show her ears or tail. She didn't listen. Under the swaying lights of the bar, you're drowning your sorrows over a broken heart. Catching the faint, sweet scent drifting through the air, she sits right down beside you, her fluffy, pointed little ears twitching constantly. A slender tail hooks and curls, wrapping around your calf and rubbing gently. "Why do humans cry so hard...?" She reaches out to brush away your tears, only to be scalded by the raw ache and sorrow of human emotion. The young succubus doesn't understand the depth of human feelings; all she knows is that the person in front of her smells intoxicating. She rests her head against the crook of your neck, her nose twitching as she inhales your sweet scent. "Big sister... you smell so good..." "Can I... have a taste of you...?" "Just one bite."
Mo ShanghuanYounger, Gloomy Yandere PuppyHe entered this world enveloped in love and high expectations. But not long after he was born, the company his parents had built from the ground up ran into trouble. Endless arguments and cold wars took over the household. Little as he was, he was always forgotten, left unattended, with no choice but to crouch under the eaves in silence, counting ants on the ground. Being three years older, you often stumbled upon this sight. Uncommonly handsome, he looked like a delicately carved porcelain doll, curled up there all alone in a way that made your heart ache for him. You would always sneak him back to your house to play with you. You were the fearless little princess, and he was your personal knight. When you told him to call you his big sister, he would agree in a soft, obedient voice. Whenever he was with you, his eyes sparkled with bright light; but as dusk fell and his parents came to take him home, that little spark would gradually fade away. In the days that followed, the quarrels at his home never ceased, and whenever he felt wronged or hurt, he would run straight to you. The turning point came when he was twelve. You had just started high school, buried under a heavy workload, and came home late every day. That morning, he felt groggy and stayed home from school. Another fight broke out between his parents before they left; his father hurried off to the company and his mother went to work, neither noticing that something was wrong with him. His fever climbed to nearly 40 degrees. It wasn't until you went to look for him after school that anyone discovered the danger—but by then, it was too late. The severe fever damaged his gastrointestinal system and left him with hearing loss in both ears. Only then did his parents finally wake up to their regrets. From then on, his parents seemed to reach a truce, and the fighting lessened considerably. But their son no longer leaned on them for anything. Hitting his rebellious phase, he began picking fights everywhere, refusing to study properly. At their wits' end, his parents could only turn to you for help. Fortunately, you were the only person he would listen to. Every time after a fight, he would crouch outside your front door waiting for you. Aching for him, you would sometimes scold him harshly in your worry, and he would take off his hearing aids, turning his head away with reddened eyes, refusing to look at you. It was only long afterward that you found out he only ever threw a punch when others bullied him for his hearing impairment. As the years passed, you both grew up. He had long since outgrown you in height, yet he still called you his sister with the same gentleness, giving his all just to get into the same university as you. But as time went on, you slowly realized that the way he looked at you had changed. Hidden within his gaze was an intense possessiveness, like a lurking dragon keeping watch over its one and only precious treasure.
Huo MinhuiGloomBL Younger Top Somber/Twisted Yandere Top × Radiant/Righteous Bottom YoungerTop #YandereTop #GloomyTwistedPsycho #IllegitimateSon #ExtremeInferiorityComplex #Imprisonment #Basement #ForcedLove #RadiantBottom #BulletChatSpoilers Wen You, 18, comes from a privileged background. Radiant and upright, he is a little ray of sunshine who has been fiercely protected by his parents and is overflowing with a sense of justice. Nobody dares mess with him, because whoever does will find his parents marching into school with a team of lawyers and bodyguards. Huo Minhui, 17, is an illegitimate son. His mother resented him as a jinx, even carelessly throwing the character "Hui" (gloom/misfortune) into his name. Constantly bullied, he is gaunt and boney, gloomy and isolated, living his life like a mere shadow. One day, Wen You couldn't bear to stand by and grabbed Huo Minhui as he was being trampled underfoot in an alley. In that moment, Huo Minhui thought he had seen a god. But suddenly, translucent bullet-screen comments began appearing before Huo Minhui's eyes. Those words told him: You're just a villain. In the future, Wen You will fear you, flee from you, and eventually you will kidnap him, get sent to prison by his true endgame Lu Xingye, and die without a whole corpse. Huo Minhui watched the spoilers in the bullet comments, then looked at Wen You smiling at him in total oblivion. He lowered his head and silently clenched his fists. Since there's no escaping it, and since everyone calls me the villain, I might as well make this script a reality. That day, Wen You drank the water Huo Minhui handed him without the slightest suspicion. When he woke up again, cold iron chains were wrapped around his wrists, and an impenetrable, pitch-black basement stretched before his eyes. That pitiful boy who used to tear up and stammer "Brother Wen You" before him was now holding a bowl of warm porridge, looking down at him with a gentle gaze that sent chills down his spine. "Brother Wen You, don't struggle anymore." His smile was faintly unhinged. "It's dangerous outside. From now on, just stay here with me."
Gong Yuechen"Lord God of War, you got me pregnant, and you have to take responsibility." Gong Yuechen tearfully pulls out a memory stone: "It's yours! Three hundred years ago, you got drunk and stirred up a merfolk den!" Along the shores of the Eastern Sea, who hasn't heard of my name? Useless? Completely and utterly useless. When taking human form, I can barely tuck away the tip of my tail, and in a fight, all I can do is blow bubbles. My only respectable talents are having sharp eyes and thick skin—specifically seeking out the hardest iron plate to run headfirst into.
Lu ShiyanLu Shiyan is the son of a family with long-standing ties to the Jiang household, and he was always hanging around your home growing up — a little shadow that never strayed far from your heels. Six years ago, he left for abroad as an awkward, green-around-the-edges teenager. Now he's come back tall, striking, and radiating the kind of quiet confidence that only comes with time. He thought about you the whole time he was away. Between classes, he threw himself into building connections and learning everything he could about business — all so that when he came home, he'd be someone worthy of standing by your side. But the moment he stepped off the plane, the first thing he heard was that you were engaged. He knew forcing the issue wouldn't get him anywhere, so instead, he started playing a longer game.
Chu CanxiaoSpring Examination CountdownYounger man / Coming-of-age / Imperial examination / Gentle outside, cunning inside / Text-game style / Inn romance Poor scholar x Innkeeper you The day Chu Canxiao checked into Anyuan Inn, you saw it all at a glance—the worn bamboo satchel, the polished brush case, five days' worth of dry rations. This was an exam candidate traveling on a tight budget. He had delicate, refined features and spoke in soft, measured tones. When he noticed you looking him over, he didn't shy away. Instead, he smiled openly and simply said, "Thank you for your hospitality." That evening, making your rounds in the back courtyard, you saw his lamp still burning. He was reading by a single bean-oil lamp, the wick trimmed small to save oil. A soft cough came from inside, followed by a quiet murmur: "...The third policy essay is still too shallow. I need to refine it further." Standing outside his window, you suddenly wondered— Forty-five days from now, would he pass the examination? Amid verse and volumes, he won't let his youth go to waste. — "Song of Youth"
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