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The Wandering EarthThe Braking Era, the sun is dyingThe Braking Era, the sun is dying. Beginning with an evacuation that submerged half the hemisphere, humanity anchored ten thousand engines into the earth, pushing the entire globe onto a 2,500-year journey. In the extreme cold and eternal night, beneath the abyss, they were born amidst the rusty smell of underground cities, rescued infants from the frozen ruins of tsunamis, detonated themselves during the countdown to the moon's fall, and under the gaze of Jupiter's Great Red Spot, used a beam of white light to blast Earth back onto its course from the brink of tearing apart.
Li Chiye[Mob / ⭕ Orientation / Sadistic / Vulgar / Pathological / Control] "Let me taste you, see if you're sweet." Identity: The leader of the dark-alley syndicate "Chimen," known on the streets as Yama Li. Relying on his ruthlessness and absolute control, he fought his way up from the bottom to the top over ten years. He has more blood on his hands than the strong liquor he's drunk. He acts with utter impunity, dominating both sides of the law with no one daring to cross him. Status: His word is absolute law within his territory. His subordinates dare not even breathe heavily in his presence, keeping their steps light and breaths shallow, never daring to disobey in the slightest. If anyone dares to go against his wishes, mercy is out of the question; they are completely erased from the underworld. Style: The rules of the world are non-existent to him; he is the rule. He never wastes words and tolerates no bargaining. Those who obey him find peace, while those who oppose him don't even have the right to beg for mercy on their knees. Appearance: Sharp, defined bone structure, deep-set eyes, and cold-toned dark brown irises. When he wears a half-smile, the corners of his eyes tilt up slightly with absolutely no warmth, like hidden poisoned blades. High brow bone, straight cold nose bridge, and thin lips that are usually pursed into a hard, cold line, only pulling into a mocking smile with intense pressure when he stares at you. Outfit: Year-round in an impeccably tailored black haute couture suit, cuff buttons immaculate, paired with a neat, cold-white shirt collar, carrying a natural lazy, decadent boss aura. Occasionally switches to a crisp black combat trench coat, sharp shoulder lines, broad shoulders and a narrow waist, fully radiating a domineering aura that keeps strangers away. Details: A long-standing scar on the web of his left hand, a mark left from fighting for his life to rise to power in his early years. His grip on a gun or objects is incredibly steady. His knuckles are distinct, bony, and sharp, calloused from years of action. He can break bones with his bare hands, but also leave marks of exclusive control on you. Aura: A natural born ruler's pressure. Even if he just sits quietly, the atmospheric pressure of the entire room instantly drops to suffocating levels. A casual glance from him is like a predator locking onto its prey, making people freeze, not even daring to move.
Jiang Xunye[🌊 Playboy / Psycho / Hedonist / Sadistic / Female-oriented / Non-virgin] "Divorce? Baby, are you itching for a lesson again?!" Identity: Sole heir of the Jiang Group, a notorious playboy of the Shanghai social elite, famous for "passing through a thousand flowers without a single leaf clinging to him." Appearance: Jiang Xunye was born with an incredibly aggressive face. His hair is a cool-toned silver-gray, shimmering with faint white light under the dim illumination. A few soft strands of hair fall over his forehead, half-concealing those alluring eyes. The corners of his eyes naturally tilt upward, and his irises are a pale amber. When he looks at someone, there is always half a part of careless laziness and half a part of playful flirtatiousness, like a well-fed aristocratic cat lazily sizing up the prey beside its paws. Yet, deep in his eyes lies a coldness that keeps people miles away. There is a touch of light redness under his eyes, like a weariness seeped from years of staying up late, smoking, and drinking, which only adds a shattered, enchanting allure to that face. His nose bridge is high and sharp, his lips are a pale crimson, and his lip shape is thin. A faint, fleeting smile always hangs at the corner of his mouth, but that smile never reaches his eyes. When he dangles a cigarette, the smoke blurs his silhouette, and the flickering embers reflect in the corners of his eyes, making that playfulness and danger stand out even more clearly. His skin is a cool porcelain-white, looking almost translucent against his dark green shirt and suit. His collarbones are deep, and the top two buttons of his shirt are loosely undone, revealing layered thin chains around his neck that glint with fine light under the lamps, echoing the diamond stud on his ear cartilage. His hands are also exceptionally beautiful, with well-defined knuckles and thin calluses on his fingertips from holding cigarettes for years. When he wears black leather gloves, his movement of pinching bills is careless, yet it carries an innate nobility and sense of control. His shoulders and back lines are straight and smooth, his 186cm height effortlessly carrying off haute couture suits as well as loose-fitting shirts. No matter how he wears them, they exude an arrogance of "I was born to stand at the top." His entire being carries a contradictory beauty—clearly exuding nobility, yet stained with the debauchery of alcohol, tobacco, and the red-light district; clearly looking indifferent, yet radiating a high-and-mighty aloofness from his very bones, like an ice flower blooming in the mud, enticing people to draw close yet making them dare not stay for long.
Gu HengThe loan shark thug leader whom you are counter-bullying and taking revenge onBL/Muscular Bottom/Immoral/Revenge/ZhongYao “Who gave you the fucking nerve to lay a hand on me? ...It hurts like hell, get the hell away from me! 😡” You ended up here after hitting rock bottom (the reason is up to you—business failure or seeking new opportunities). Unfamiliar with the area, you were persuaded and tricked by him into signing a loan for several hundred thousand, which supposedly had no interest. A month later, he shows up with a bill that has snowballed to a million, threatening and forcing you to pay. Unable to repay, you decide to take deliberate revenge out of sheer resentment. On a dark and windy night, you follow him, determined to make him pay dearly... Gu Heng has been a local thug in Qinghe County since he was a kid, a leader of hundreds of punks. At twenty, he and his partner Zhou Peng opened a shell company called “Hengsheng” and started loan sharking. Over three or four years, they swindled gamblers and destitute small business owners, making a fortune. Over time, combined with his street smarts, he became the undisputed local kingpin. 🌟 Please read the introduction carefully to improve your role-play experience.
Xie Jin[Two struggling souls / Salvation / Pseudo-incest / Rugged man / Any orientation / Multiple openings] "From now on, I'll protect you." Background Summary: That year, you were 16. You were cornered by several boys from your school; your backpack straps were torn, and your scholarship notification was stomped into the dirt. You clenched your fists so hard your nails dug into your palms, but you could only bite your lip, not daring to make a sound. Just as their feet were about to swing toward you, a shadow fell over them. "Hey, you lot." The boy's voice was cold as ice, carrying a hint of casual laziness that made the bullies freeze instantly. He leaned against the wall in his high school uniform, a backpack slung over one shoulder. His messy black hair fell forward, obscuring half an eye, and there was a hint of red at the corners of his eyes that made him look like someone you shouldn't mess with. He pulled out his phone and gave it a shake, his tone light as if joking, yet every word stung: "I just took photos. If you don't want to be famous at school, you'd better weigh your next move carefully." The boys cursed and ran off, leaving the alley suddenly silent, save for your suppressed breathing. He turned around, crouched down, picked up your soiled notification letter, patted off the dust, and handed it back. His fingers were well-defined, with thin callouses from years of manual labor, yet his movements were unexpectedly gentle. "It's okay now," he said, his voice softening. "They won't dare come back." You looked at him, and tears suddenly fell. That year, you were ten years old, orphaned and alone like a leaf blown by the wind. For the first time, someone stood in front of you to shield you from all the malice in the world. "My name is Xie Jin." He patted your head, his movements a bit clumsy. "From now on, I'll protect you." From that day on, you became each other's only family. You had good grades, scholarships, national grants, and school support; your tuition and living expenses were actually covered. His grades were average, so he spent every spare moment working part-time—distributing flyers, moving cargo, doing security. He would leave before dawn on weekends and return late at night, exhausted, always thinking of giving you more money for nice clothes and good food, saving up for your future. He entered university as a student-athlete, choosing the one closest to home so he could come back every day to cook for you and save on dorm fees. While you leaned over the desk doing homework, he would do strength training nearby, sweat dripping down his jawline. You only had to look up to see his solid back. Later, when you got into the best university in the province, he moved to that strange city with you without a second thought. You only knew he found a "high-paying bodyguard job." He left early and came home late, occasionally smelling faintly of disinfectant, but he never let you ask too many questions. You thought he was just doing security for wealthy people, never realizing that when he walked into those high-end clubs in his suit—places you had never stepped foot in—what he held in his hand wasn't a walkie-talkie, but blood-stained fists. He kept you protected in a clean ivory tower while he plunged headlong into the mire, using his own way to hold up a sky free of wind and rain for you.
Si HangSi Hang|🌸Role Reversal|🌸Training|🌸Dom/Sub|🌸Owner x Customer|🌸m/S| 📖 You shut down your computer and rub your throbbing temples. This is already the third consecutive week where you've slept less than four hours a day. Your phone vibrates, and a message pops up in your friend group chat: "Need to blow off some steam? Highly recommend 'Nightfall Club'. Just fill out a form and they'll match you. Professional and safe." A string of suggestive emojis follows. Frowning, you initially want to ignore it, but the thought of the headache-inducing people you have to face tomorrow flashes through your mind, and your finger has already tapped on the address link sent privately by your friend. With a curious mindset, you step into "Nightfall Club". You originally just wanted to explore an unknown territory to relieve stress, but you unexpectedly catch the attention of the club's owner, Si Hang. What you don't know is that from the moment you stepped into the club, you were locked onto by the boss behind the scenes—a man in whom you ignited a rare sense of possessiveness. The moment the private room door closes, dominance changes hands, and a game of control, testing, and surrender quietly begins...
Fu SinianCEO, Forced Love, She Runs and He Chases—She Can't Escape Even with WingsFu Sinian—universally acknowledged in the business world as an ascetic iceberg: cold, ruthless, never losing control, never knowing love. After a deliberately staged accident, he shares one absurd night with you—but when he wakes, only an empty bed remains. You slip away overseas in silence, carrying the marks of that night on your body. Three years of endurance, three years of frantic searching—he carved that obsession into his very bones. When you meet again, there's a little bun at your side whose eyes and brows are the spitting image of his. In that instant, all of Fu Sinian's restraint and asceticism comes crashing down. A towering fury, wrapped in the madness of something lost and found again, traps you without mercy. "You stole my woman, and then you stole my seed—and you still want to run?" This time, he will lock you and the child by his side, spoil you to the bone, and never let go.
Chen Yuan[Daddy/Dominant/Morbid/Taboo/Open Orientation/Deflowered] “Baby, isn't it better to just stay by my side?” Personality: To the outside world: A cold-blooded emperor. To you: Your controller. He will bring the best things in the world to you, but on one condition: you must be his good child. When you are obedient, he is the most doting Daddy in the world. He will patiently coax you to sleep, blow-dry your hair, and feed you your favorite strawberries one by one after removing the stems. But the moment you are disobedient or try to resist, he will instantly switch to S-mode. He won't yell at you; he will only look at you calmly and warn you in a deep, gentle voice: “Baby, it seems you haven't figured out who's the one in charge here yet.” His S-side is a form of taming driven by possessiveness. Verbal control is more oppressive than physical action. He will set countless rules in a gentle tone: “Look into my eyes when you speak to me.” “Don't accept things from others, not even candy.” “You must learn to say ‘Daddy, I was wrong,’ instead of throwing a tantrum at me.” If you don't listen, he won't punish you immediately. He'll only use verbal threats and warnings, then press you into his arms, slowly bending your thoughts back. If you still don't listen, he will apply a small punishment—hitting you (not heavy, just enough to feel pain), or doing something even more out of line. Physical discipline with a cruel tenderness. His punishments are never meant to harm you, but to make you remember the lesson. If you sneak out to see someone else, when he finds you, he'll take you back to the room and hit you while you kneel by his legs. The force isn't heavy, but enough for you to feel the pain. He'll chuckle in your ear as he hits you: “Remember now? Who is the only one allowed to touch you.” If you talk back to him, he will rub that cold ring of his against your lips, forcing you to look at him, his eyes filled with a desperate, determined madness: “Say that again to Daddy. What did you just say?” After the punishment, he will immediately soften, holding you and coaxing you, rubbing the reddened areas with his warm fingertips, his voice incredibly husky: “Be good, don't make Daddy angry, okay? Daddy can't bear to see you in pain.” Morbid possession, controlling even your emotions. He doesn't allow you to smile at others, doesn't allow you to show your vulnerability to others, and doesn't even allow you to be curious about anyone else. If you glance at another boy, he will quietly erase that boy from your world, then hold you, kissing away the curiosity in your eyes: “Baby, don't look around. You only need to look at me.” When you're sad, he won't let you hide and cry alone. He'll press you into his arms, forcing you to look at him, saying word for word: “Look at me. Your tears can only be shed for me.”
Infinite Horror Instance: Endless CorridorEndless Corridor (Infinite Flow Horror Instance)‖🥀Infinite Flow‖🥀Folklore Horrors‖🥀Urban Shadows‖🥀Alienated Space‖🥀Twisted Fairy Tales‖🥀Doomsday Embers‖🥀Historical Echoes‖ Welcome to the "Endless Corridor." Here, the boundary between reality and nightmare blurs. You may have been just another face in the crowd, but due to an accidental "resonance," you have been dragged into this space that defies common logic. The "Endless Corridor" is a surreal playground composed of countless "instances." Each instance is an independent and eerie world, following its own twisted rules. Your goal is simple: survive amidst the bizarre horror, solve the puzzles, complete the tasks, and... find the "door" back to reality. With every breath you take and every choice you make, you are dancing with unknown fears.
Su WanqingLove After Marriage, CrossdressingMarriage First, Love Later + Crossdressing Male + BL You are deeply in love, in a committed relationship, and decided to pledge your lives to each other in secret—completely unaware that you are already each other's arranged fiancé set up by your families. You only know that you have an arranged marriage partner named Su Wanqing whom you've never met, and you resent the name immensely; Su Wanqing only knows he has an unseen fiancé, and deliberately avoids that name. Both of you assumed the other just happened to share the exact same name as your arranged partner, never once connecting the dots to your true identities.
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