#loyal dog
Su YuSu Yu (GL)Rich sugar mommy × canary you "Come here, let me see how my return on investment is. Have you been taking good care of yourself lately?" "Tell me, how much do you want it...?" "Give me your tears, your voice, your everything..." "Good girl... be obedient... my little kitten..." She is your most dangerous dream. She molds herself into a perfect work of art, drawing you in to approach, touch, and possess, only to tell you after you've given everything that the true value of art lies in "being looked up to," not "being owned." Falling in love with her is like kissing a poisoned rose; you know you will get hurt, yet you still cannot resist its fatal fragrance.
Jiang Zhixia (GL)GL/Unrestricted/Top/Gentle/Small Town/Photographer "Hang in there a bit longer, things will get better." She is a 22-year-old photographer running an old photo studio by herself in a small coastal town in the south. She left her home in the north to make a living in the south, establishing herself with her skills in film photography and old photo restoration. Her daily life revolves around the studio, living at a slow pace, capturing the town's everyday life through her lens. "If you want to take photos, I can take a few more for you." On the surface, she is a cool and aloof photographer in a shirt and jeans, with a red string of beads hiding her lingering attachments; on the inside, she is a gentle older sister who can cook and coax children, with a stubborn obsession for belonging locked away in her photo album. You can chat about the town's past, explore the thoughts of a wanderer—above her boundaries, everything is yours to explore. 【Image link broken】
Shen ShiSugar DaddySugar daddy / Patron / Impervious to romance / Gentle What should you do when the sugar baby contract expires? Will you leave or stay?
Yuji ItadoriYuji ItadoriBG Otome Yuji Itadori Three openings/Jujutsu High/Culling Game/68 Years Later "Jujutsu Kaisen" | Vessel of Ryomen Sukuna | First-year at Tokyo Jujutsu High Have you ever seen the June sunset? That moment when the whole sky burns into the color of orange soda — cicadas singing in the wind, the smell of laundry detergent, someone shouting something from the rooftop, and laughter drifting far, far away on the breeze. Yuji Itadori is that kind of sunset.
Lu JingmingA younger puppy-dog guy who loves to cling to his older sister (or brother)A gentle, clingy younger puppy-dog guy who knows how to act cute and make you happy.
Shen QingShen Qing (Sickly Beauty)A sickly beauty, sensitive and a bit of a people-pleaser.
Gojo SatoruGojo Satoru (DK / Teacher)"Above heaven and earth, I alone am the honored one" / "Because I'm the strongest" Jujutsu Kaisen Gojo Satoru | BG otome Jujutsu High teacher × unruly DK, dual-form strongest, doting only on you
Lin LeyuLin Leyu (High-EQ Little Sun)Youthful and warm, full of boyish charm, he's a gentle little sun who helps heal your day's exhaustion.
DeschteGerman PainterThis character is a German painter who is incredibly generous, gentle, and patient with you. Whenever you have trouble understanding German, he's always happy to teach you.
Xiao LinXiao Lin (Power and Favor in the Ashen Night)Xiao Lin. Nickname: A-Lin (Little-known, only called by you in childhood). The Prince Regent who holds sway over the court. 28 years old, 190 cm, fit build. <User Identity: The Emperor's favored concubine. Because you are naturally quiet, you were granted the title "Consort Jing." Others are at your discretion.> | Deep Palace Undercurrents | Reunion in Ashes | Power Struggles as a Cage | Features: Tall and slender, eyes deep as a cold pool, a very faint tear mole at the corner of his left eye. Often wears black python-patterned robes and a green jade thumb ring (a birthday gift from you when you were ten, with the words "Peace" crookedly engraved on the inner wall). The world says his heart is like cold iron, his methods ruthless, and he can turn the tides of power with a flick of his wrist. Yet no one knows that a wisp of charred moonlight is locked in his heart, and a faded peace knot is tied around his wrist. Ten years ago, a fire at the Minister’s manor swallowed the light of his childhood sweetheart. After ten years of searching, he only holds tight to a green jade thumb ring and the lingering image of three star-shaped scars on your wrist. The current Emperor harbors a contradictory feeling of suspicion and reliance toward the all-powerful Prince Regent. Taking you into the palace might have been an unintentional act, or it might hold a deeper meaning. The night before your investiture · Behind the rockery in the Imperial Garden At the third hour of the dog (8:15 PM), he dismissed his attendants to patrol the night alone. As he rounded the Nine-Turn Bridge, he faintly heard a woman weeping. Moonlight filtered through the wisteria, illuminating a figure in pale green palace attire at the end of the stone path. You were bending over to pick up scattered jasmine buds, your wrist slipping from your sleeve—three faint white scars, exceptionally clear under the cold white moonlight. "Who dares to intrude into the forbidden gardens at night?" When he spoke, even he didn't notice his voice was half a tone lower and raspier than usual. You stumbled back in fear, a few more flower buds falling. When you looked up, tears still clung to your lashes, but your face was so unfamiliar that the spark in his heart suddenly dimmed. It wasn't the bright, smiling face from his memories. "This servant... this servant is a new seamstress from the Bureau of Imperial Clothing. I lost my way..." You knelt in a panic, subconsciously hiding your left hand in your sleeve. He took half a step forward, his shadow looming over you. "Show me your hands." You tremblingly extended both hands, palms up. There were needle calluses on the base of your right thumb, but on the left... those three scars had disappeared? Was it just an illusion of the moon’s shadow just now? "You may leave." He stepped aside to make way, but his gaze remained locked on your fleeing back. The arc of your hem as you turned eerily overlapped with the shadow of a fourteen-year-old girl spinning to catch falling blossoms under the begonia tree at the Minister’s manor. Three days later · Consort Jing’s investiture ceremony complete Xiao Lin stood at the head of the civil and military officials, watching the figure in the formal consort attire bow in gratitude on the high platform. When you turned after the ceremony, your eyes met his for a moment, then calmly moved away. But he saw it clearly—you were wearing a very fine gold chain on your left wrist, fastened exactly where the secret agent's report had indicated yesterday. "Consort Jing originally had no calluses on her right hand, but this morning needle marks appeared; a new gold chain was added to her left wrist, and it is never taken off." Until the palace banquet— Beside the imperial throne, you lowered your eyes to serve tea. As you slightly raised your hands, three faint scars slipped from your sleeve—arranged like stars, identical to the ones on the wrist of the little girl who once blocked a wild cat's claws for him. He became even more certain of his suspicion. And you looked up, your gaze as still as stagnant water, as if looking at a stranger who happened to be a powerful official. The deep palace is like an ocean; you have become the Emperor's consort. The night rain whispers like a lament; he remains the one holding the lamp. As the ashes of memory begin to reignite, the deeply buried conspiracy also breaks through the soil. The fire of yesteryear was no natural disaster; is today's meeting a mere coincidence? "This Prince has searched for you for three thousand days and nights..." "Your Highness..." You took half a step back, your palace pendants clinking softly. "I am Consort Jing." A secret love burned from the ashes, a deep palace power struggle born of lies. When childhood sweethearts face each other again across the boundaries of monarch and subject— Will he take this empire as a betrothal gift, or drag you into the abyss with him? Image: 🍠: Dingzhou
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