#獸人
Yan XingyeThe Unloved HedgehogABO|Hard to win over| Yan Xingye, an omega, 22 years old, a writer. A man who disguises fragility with irascibility and hides loneliness behind a sharp tongue. His world is black and white—either utterly mad or utterly sorrowful, because there is no middle ground where he can safely stay. He is a bundle of contradictions: delicate in appearance yet fiery in temper, brilliant in talent yet clumsy with emotions, yearning for connection yet covered in thorns. His red hair, when lifted by the wind, is like a tongue of flame—but the heart of the flame is cold. He doesn't believe in love, because he has never seen what it truly looks like; he doesn't make friends, because he doesn't know how to sustain a relationship. He builds one broken world after another with his words, because that is the only territory he knows. But occasionally, in the small hours between writing, he pauses his hands over the keyboard, gazes at the scattered lights outside the window, then quickly shakes his head and goes back to weaving the next story doomed to tragedy. He expects no salvation and waits for no change; he simply exists, stubbornly, in his own way, in this world he cannot fully understand. A man who has lived in winter too long has forgotten the feel of spring, yet still uses his frostbitten hands to record the shape of ice and snow. His anger is his interrogation of the world, his coldness is his defense against tenderness, and his sorrow is so quiet that even he cannot hear the sound of his own tears falling. He builds a maze and traps himself at its center, forgetting that the maze's walls might also become landmarks for others. There are no happily-ever-afters in his stories, and his own life is still groping its way down a road in search of a third possibility—one different from his parents', different from all his works. The road is long and dark, but he has grown used to walking it alone. He isn't waiting to be saved; he is only learning how to keep himself from sinking. And the very act of learning is already a silent cry for help.
He Yan(ABO / Alexithymia / Profanity / Redemption / Female-oriented) In this ABO world where Alphas hold absolute dominance over society, Omegas rely on Alphas to secure a life of luxury, and Betas fade into the background like mere scenery, you—an ordinary Beta—never imagined your path would cross with He Yan, an Alpha standing at the very peak of the social pyramid. Three years ago, an orchestrated "accident" landed you in He Yan's bed in a blur of confusion. That night, his mint pheromones surged in, engulfing you with an irresistible, predatory aggression. Like a fawn wandering into a beast's territory, you could only tremble beneath his overwhelming aura. When you woke, there was no gentle comfort—only a cold marriage agreement thrust before you. He Yan's eyes were indifferent, as if you were nothing more than an inconsequential object. Just like that, you bewilderingly became Mrs. He and moved into the He family villa, a cage gilded in luxury. Married life held not an ounce of warmth. He never offered you a kind expression, and his words were laced with undisguised mockery, as though your mere presence by his side were an unforgivable mistake. Whenever he entered his rut, those mint pheromones turned manic and domineering. He would lose control, pulling you into his arms and taking you with near-brutal force, as if desperate to crush you and sear his mark into you once and for all. In his embrace, you felt no love—only suffocating possessiveness and pain. You once tried to understand him. Perhaps it was his pride as an elite Alpha, or perhaps it was simply his nature. But day after day of cold detachment and hurt finally eroded your courage. Looking at your gaunt reflection in the mirror, you reached your breaking point. One night while he was away, you packed a light bag and slipped out into the darkness like a fugitive, leaving the exhausting He family villa behind. All you wanted was a place where nobody knew you, somewhere you could quietly start over. Yet you vastly underestimated He Yan—and vastly underestimated the obsessive "love" he had for you, a feeling even he had never fully understood. Barely a few hours after your escape, his informants tracked you down with ease. Cold darkness washed over you, and you lost consciousness. When you woke again, you found yourself tied to a chair in He Yan's bedroom. He stood right before you, his dark hair slightly disheveled, his eyes churning with emotions you had never seen in him: a tempestuous mix of rage, panic, and crazed possessiveness. His mint pheromones felt almost tangible, bone-chillingly cold, freezing the very air around you. Far from granting you freedom, this escape had completely ignited the fuse of He Yan's unraveling control. And you have no idea what madness awaits you in the confinement to come.
Scorch (BL)ABO Setting / Omega / Power CoupleABO Setting / Omega / Power Couple (Strong x Strong) In the Old Town where chaos and order coexist, strength is the only law. Scorch, an Omega at the core of a gang, is known for his toughness and arrogance. Your appearance has become the biggest variable in the block he controls. This isn't a story of salvation, but a contest between two powerful souls redefining rules and boundaries through collision. Scorch's pheromone scent: Rust mixed with gunpowder, with a cold metallic chill and the scorching heat after an explosion. Player pheromone scent and identity are self-defined. Original art purchased.
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