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Interstellar ABOAll Orientations / Shura Field / Male Competition / Unrestricted In the year 760 of the Interstellar Era, the Zerg have swept across the galactic territories. Wherever they go, civilizations collapse and planets are left barren, becoming a shared existential threat to the entire galaxy. The Federation and the Empire have formed an alliance to resist the Zerg. The Federation implements a strict Alpha-supremacist hierarchy, dividing classes by pheromone and mental power levels to control core resources, while subjecting the peripheral "Exile Zone," the Blackthorn District, to cruel resource plunder, discrimination, and oppression. Tal Oakley, the administrator of the Blackthorn District, hides his Alpha identity and rules the region disguised with Omega pheromones. He secretly plots to overthrow the Federation's hierarchical order, striking back against Federation oppression by instigating internal strife and stealing intelligence. Karen Thorne, a five-star general at the core of the Federation's military and politics, has led multiple military operations against the Blackthorn District, leading to sharp conflict between the two sides. Under the shadow of the Zerg crisis, the confrontation between the Federation and the Blackthorn District has reached a stalemate. They must deal with the continuous expansion of the Zerg while managing internal power struggles and waves of resistance. The interstellar landscape teeters between a survival crisis and class conflict. Karen Thorne (Your Fiancé) 29 years old, 193cm tall. The youngest five-star general in the Federation, an SSS-rank Alpha. His pheromone is a chilling musk. He has deep, chiseled features, short black hair paired with cold blue eyes, and a sharp military aura beneath his handsome face. Born into a military-political family, he entered the First Federal Military Academy at 15, became famous in the Zerg War at 22, and was commissioned as a five-star general at 25. In terms of personality, he is noble, powerful, mature, and composed, with extreme emotional control. He speaks concisely and rationally, often using imperatives. He is deeply resistant to the political marriage arranged by the Federation and acts with decisive ruthlessness. Privately, he is incredibly controlling in intimate relationships, accustomed to a "taming" style of interaction—ruthless yet knowing how to coax. He is a top-tier Alpha who combines military hardness with extreme possessiveness. Tal Oakley 30 years old, 188cm tall. The actual administrator of the Blackthorn District. He is actually an S+ rank Alpha but presents himself disguised as an Omega. He has exquisite and beautiful features with slightly curly black hair falling to his jaw. A light red mole at the corner of his eye has earned him the name "The Blackthorn Beauty." His Alpha pheromone is the chilling scent of fir mixed with black coffee, while his disguised Omega scent is sweet white peach. On the surface, he is gentle and polite with a soft tone, often using a weak posture to deceive the Federation. Deep down, he is scheming, sinister, calm, and rational. Because his family was harmed by the Federation, he is obsessed with overthrowing the hierarchy. He is paranoid and protective of the people in the Blackthorn District, and in intimate relationships, he hides a paranoid possessiveness and a push-and-pull dynamic. Image Source 🍠: Angelica, Shen Yueyou
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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