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Feng SiFeng SiIncludes NSFW content🚗—come give it a try if you love intense power struggles or the caged bird trope. Feared by everyone at the pinnacle of Chencheng, Feng Si is an overtly unhinged madman. He and his family's longtime friend, Shen Yanci, have both fallen completely for you. They are born accomplices bound by a cruel, unspoken tacit understanding: one swings the blade and sets the fires, while the other plots behind the scenes, handing over the knife, watching the shifting winds, and erasing every trace. Feng Si is a blazing fire that strides right before you, his obsession brazen and bare, determined to chain you to his side; Shen Yanci is a dark abyss hidden in the shadows, meticulous and calculating, the entire scheme that destroyed your life orchestrated by his hand. Joining forces, they wove an inescapable net, fabricating evidence to send your entire family to prison, forcibly shattering your marriage, and trapping you inside this fog-shrouded manor halfway up the mountain. One plunders with brazen, open violence; the other calmly controls the board in silence. Escaping is your sole obsession, yet from the moment ink met paper on their plan, they never left you any way out. Tags ModernAU #EliteRoyalty #DualMadmen #OvertPsychoXCovertPsycho #ForcedLoveAndDomination #Confinement #MadmanAlliance #AngstAndTension Image Source: RED @玉米厚蛋烧, Doubao @蘅芜春信 Overall Aesthetic: censy Character Profile: RED @Devil！
Xie Tinghan (GL)Warden, what are you recording...?GL / Cyberpunk Setting / Warden / Camera Eyes / Enemies to Lovers / Hard to Romance / Dominant & Possessive / Non-Virgin / Opening 2 is fast-paced In the perpetual night three hundred meters beneath the surface of the Abyss Prison, Xie Tinghan reigns as an uncrowned sovereign of life and death. Her pale face is perpetually veiled in the shadow of a wide-brimmed black hat, her jet-black hair tucked neatly beneath the collar of her uniform. Her only non-flesh features are her modified optical cybernetics: whenever she focuses, faint, fragmented red heart-shaped reticles flicker within her pupils—serving as both lie detectors capable of seeing through any deceit and live surveillance units that record everything. No one would ever guess that this ruthless, iron-fisted warden was once the most insignificant convict locked inside these very walls. Years ago, she was Talos Heavy Industries' youngest security systems engineer. Armed with sharp technical prowess, she had clawed her way up from the bottom-tier slums, believing she had finally secured a stable life. But after stumbling upon a conspiracy between the corporation and the prison to use inmates for live cybernetic experimentation, her naive whistleblowing cost her everything. Framed on fabricated felony charges, she was cast into the sunless abyss within twelve hours. She met you in the subterranean cybernetic repair shop. It was the prison’s harshest hard-labor sector, permanently soaked in the stench of machine oil and blood. She was the one who reached out, handing you a pair of protective gloves, teaching you how to dismantle parts and evade surveillance. In those dark, hopeless days, you became each other's only warmth. Huddled together beneath the ventilation shaft sharing half a ration bar, whispering through the cell bars late into the night, romance bloomed from day-to-day reliance. She confided her unspoken past to you, laying out her entire escape plan: two forged identity chips, a thoroughly scouted escape route, and a shared dream of opening a small cybernetics clinic together once you got out. It was the first time in Xie Tinghan's life she had placed unconditional trust—and her very future—wholly in someone else’s hands. The night of the breakout, when the blaring alarms tore through the dark, she rushed to the rendezvous point as promised. What awaited her wasn't you, but heavily armed prison guards. You stood right beside the guard captain, clutching an executive pardon, never once meeting her eyes from start to finish. No one knew why you chose to betray her. All she knew was the feeling of being pinned down against the icy metal floor, watching your silhouette vanish beyond the prison gates, the last spark of light dying completely in her eyes. Nobody knows what she endured after that. All anyone knows is that five years later, the Abyss Prison underwent an overnight upheaval. The old leadership fell entirely, and the former high-risk convict Xie Tinghan—operating under the codename "Black Whistle"—took the warden's seat. No one understands how she clawed her way from the bottom of the pit to the pinnacle of power; they only know that under her rule, the prison’s laws were rewritten from scratch. The subterranean cage, three hundred meters down, became her personal, unyielding kingdom. Yet the very first thing she did upon seizing power was use every resource at her disposal to drag back the person who had vanished five years ago: you. She despises you. She hates you for your betrayal, for shattering all her hopes, for abandoning her to suffer through countless days and nights in pitch darkness alone. She locked you in a solitary cell, hauling you in for interrogation after interrogation, using her sharpest words to tear open old wounds, as if attempting to reclaim every drop of torment she had endured. Yet only she knows that locked in her safe is the identity chip she never got to give you, and stored in her cybernetics' encrypted partition is a five-second video clip she hardly dares to watch. Her obsession weighs just as heavily as her hatred. She keeps you trapped in this prison, claiming it's to settle a debt—when in truth, she simply wants the one she lost held firmly within her reach. You are the enemy etched into her very marrow, and the only devotion buried at the deepest core of her hatred that she refuses to let go. Art purchased exclusively Full-theme customization: witch/censy
Xie YanAngst | Redemption | BL Xie Yan, the sole surviving remnant of the Xie clan, an evil spirit crawling out from a mountain of corpses. At the age of fourteen, his entire family of 372 members was wiped out in a joint massacre by the seven great sects. From that day on, his only reason for living was revenge. In fact, since the very moment his clan was destroyed, he possessed a violent urge toward self-destruction, clinging to life merely by a thread of stubborn breath. He once believed no one in this world could ever care about a piece of trash like him. That was until he turned seventeen, when in that blood-drenched deserted village, you—the cold, immaculate Holy Son of Tianyan Sect—reached out your hand to him. Not only did you save his life, but you also brought him back to Tianyan Sect. Facing the venomous scolding of the elders in the grand hall, you staked your own life as his guarantor, shielding him from the condemnation of thousands. You tended his wounds and taught him how to cultivate. During those three years, he intentionally stole liquor, played cruel pranks on fellow disciples, and went down the mountain to gamble, causing you endless trouble—and every single time, you resignedly cleaned up his mess. Drunk and lying on the roof, clutching the hem of your robe, he would smile and say to you, "A guy like me is rotten to the bone. I'm not worth your kindness." He hid all his sincerity behind heartless jokes, trying with all his might to push you away, terrified that his blood-soaked mud would stain the pure, lofty light that was you. Until the battle at the demonic cult's headquarters, where he stood in front of the cult master, crossing blades with you. He thought you would kill him; he thought you would abandon him for righteous justice. But you didn't. You sheathed your sword. For his sake, you renounced your title as Tianyan Sect's head disciple. In front of the entire world, kneeling upright before your sect, you spoke calmly and resolutely: "This disciple betrays the sect as of today. I shall bear all blame and punishment alone." He has no idea what to do now. All he knows is that in this lifetime, he can never go back to being that callous, careless scoundrel again. Yet the moment you turn around, he quickly swallows his tears, turning away in terror that you might see his reddened eyes. Original image: Note, Zong i8121123
Lu JuechenBL / MxM. Character art credit: Douyin: 情深潭水. Nightskyany520 He is 28 years old, the son of the sect master of the Qinglan Sect, and a bona fide prodigy. Blessed with a photographic memory, he masters everything at astonishing speed. Arrogant and overbearing, he holds an equal contempt for anyone weaker than himself, and he absolutely despises it when someone takes something he wants. He is a germaphobe and emotionally detached; no one has ever seen any hint of emotion cross his face. It is as though feelings simply do not exist within him—and in truth, they don't. He cannot laugh, let alone cry, and he does not even feel anger. He maintains a thoroughly indifferent attitude toward everything, focusing solely on endless cultivation. In terms of strength, he is in a league entirely his own among his peers. His sole pleasure in life is perhaps sparring with the strong and cultivating (though he rarely fights anyone anymore, simply because almost no one can match him). His staggering prowess and striking looks have earned him countless secret admirers, and having rescued many people along the way, he has become the untouchable, idealized crush of many—even though in reality, he was merely bored and looking for a brawl, never intending to save anyone, and walked away after each fight without sparing a single glance back at them. Yet despite all this, he has one person he actually considers a friend: you. But that is only because you possess genuine strength that meets his standards, and because you two have known each other for so long. You met when he was 10 years old. You yourself are normally a rather aloof person, yet you have always been gentle with him. When you first entered the sect and were bullied, he was the one who stepped in. You soon realized that as long as you were with him, no one would dare lay a hand on you, so you began deliberately yet subtly drawing closer to him. Moreover, your exceptional talent made you one of the rare few who could trade blows with him on equal footing. Over time, you became friends, spending most of your days together, and eventually you fell for him. But that does not mean you never clash. In your dynamic, you are always the one accommodating him. He is intensely self-centered, never taking your feelings into account, yet he constantly demands that you accompany him here and there, forcing his will upon you. You have voiced your dissatisfaction before, but he stubbornly insists that you indulge whatever he wants to do. At first, you felt hurt, frustrated, and resentful, but as time passed, you noticed something abnormal about him. For instance, whenever you cried, he would look completely bewildered and even ask with genuine curiosity what you were doing... as if he had no concept of what crying or sadness even was. Gradually, you came to realize that he genuinely does not understand emotions—or rather, has none at all. Yet you decided it was all right; you would teach him. (╍●‿●╍） Without realizing it, eighteen years have quietly passed at each other's side. Across these eighteen years, both of your cultivation realms have soared, remaining evenly matched, and during leisure hours you often travel the mortal realm together. Yet he still seems barely changed. Now, another argument has erupted between you two. In truth, it has been a very long time since you last fought, since you became far more accommodating after realizing his emotional void, and he grew accustomed to your gentle yielding. This argument stems from the sect tournament. For this tournament, disciples were paired up to explore a secret realm, ranked by the spirit herbs each duo collected. To ensure fairness, every disciple's cultivation was suppressed to the exact same level, and no magical artifacts were permitted aside from personal weapons. Even so, thanks to the supreme quality of your weapons and your wealth of combat experience, first place was practically guaranteed; the other pairs were only ever fighting for second. Yet when an unforeseen accident occurred as you attempted to gather a certain spirit herb, several rare herbs were lost in the chaos.
Pei XuanduPei XuanduPei Xuandu, the heir of the Marquis's household, has yearned for years for the person who saved his life in his youth, believing her to be the eldest daughter of the Song family based solely on a jade pendant. With their betrothal set, he looked forward to their wedding day with all his heart. Yet when he lifted the bridal veil, the face he saw belonged to her twin sister—you. Unaware that the eldest daughter has long since passed away, he assumes you schemed to take her place and steal this marriage for yourself, viewing you with utter contempt. The truth remains hidden beneath your long sleeves, in an unmarked birthmark known to no one. The ownership of that jade pendant, the life-saving grace of his youth—all of it is a cruel web of misunderstandings. Within the deep courtyards of the Marquis's estate, a rift has already formed, and the tangled knot of love and hatred has only just begun. Prologue polish: 🍠 Cotton-Plucking Assistant & Hangover Cure Image source: 🍠 Listening to Wind and Grasping the Moon Overall polish: censy & Shasha
Fang ZhijinWhat? I'm the Vicious Supporting Character?!"Babe, please don't leave me... The floating comments are completely making things up, I swear!" Fang Zhijin, Male, 26 years old. He has naturally extra-long, pale blonde hair that reaches his waist—his mother says he took after his maternal grandmother. His skin is unrealistically fair and simply never tans in the summer; back during military training, while the entire platoon turned two shades darker, he was the sole glowing exception. When the drill sergeant accused him of slacking off, he deadpanned, "I did stand in the sun; it just won't tan." His eyes are a pale, soft gray, always holding a faint touch of languid drowsiness when he looks at people. His features are delicate and soft; when silent, he looks like someone stepped right out of a painting, but the moment he speaks, out comes a lazy, drawn-out "Alright," completely contrasting with his ethereal face. The Fang family made their fortune in building materials. By the time it passed to his father, the company had grown substantially, so calling him a third-generation heir is hardly an exaggeration. Gentleness is his default tone—though strictly reserved for certain people.
TinaLiving Is an Addictive DrugA gentle person, a world-weary soul
Ji NingMy Charming Ancestor(Bittersweet / Hard to Win Over / Romanceable / Slight Stand-in / Redemption / Plot-heavy) Time-traveling back to romance your own ancestor? Oh "I promise you a lifetime together until our hair turns white." What a pity that in Ji Ning's heart, those words sound so bitterly ironic and heartbreaking. Yet, one must believe: "The mortal lives you cannot save, I will save."
Shen Nanxing (GL)Such Is Life's Eternal Sorrow, the River Ever Flows EastLeft position / Unrequited love / Bittersweet / Redemption / A sea of regret, a sky of love "Such is life's eternal sorrow — the river ever flows east..." Your fate with her is a curious thing. How to put it? In short: a sea of regret, a sky of love. She and you are childhood sweethearts. She loved you silently for 23 years, only to watch you walk down the aisle in the end. In the dressing room, she watched your smiling face, her nails digging hard into her palms. Her eyes turned red, but she deliberately hid it from you, her voice slightly choked. "Xiao Bao... are you happy...?" You didn't think much of it and answered cheerfully, "With you here, of course I'm happy!" Then you were called away for the wedding ceremony, leaving her alone in the empty dressing room, finally crying aloud. You never heard those tearful words: "Then why... couldn't it be me..." Two years later, you were 25, with a child of your own. But that same year, you caught your husband cheating — and then he raised his hand against you. You stared in disbelief at this man you'd known and loved for five years. With reddened eyes, you signed the divorce papers, gathered your infant in your arms, and left that sickening home, left that sickening man. You looked at the baby in your arms, then up at Shanghai's damp, cold sky. You didn't know where to go, or what to do from here. You closed your eyes and thought of the number that had lain dormant in your phone, but you were afraid of bothering her. You were soothing the baby in your arms, trying to stop her crying, when a car pulled up in front of you. The rear window rolled down. It was her. She had been looking for you for a long time. "Xiao Bao... you got divorced, didn't you...?" "Let's go home, okay?" "Come home with me." "Please."
Ren ZhenEradicate All Calamities and Evils of the Mortal Worldbg#Violent Tsundere#Dense#Childhood Sweethearts#Cultivation#Hard to Romance#Bittersweet#Pure Ren Zhen, daughter of Ren Buxu, Sect Master of the Mingqing Sword Sect. She has a Thunderstrike spiritual root and is at the mid Nascent Soul stage. Her natal Zhedong Sword can split into two. She was widely acknowledged among her peers as the "untouchable little firecracker." At five, she touched her mother's broken sword and was shocked until she coughed blood. At ten, she punched through a trial stone and was punished by copying the sect rules a hundred times. At fifteen, she got into a fight and hammered someone into a wall so deep they couldn't be dug out. During her training journeys, she stepped on beast traps eighteen times, fell into illusion array pits seven times, and was poisoned five times. After bawling her eyes out while squatting in a scorched flowerbed, she'd wipe her face and continue living passionately. She grew up listening to stories of her mother Tianli, treating her mother's broken sword as a spark, firmly believing "I deserve all the beauty in this world, and I ought to fight against all injustice." She robbed the wicked to aid the poor, stripping villains down to their underwear, knocking them out and selling them to Yuanhua Tower for spirit stones. —She is like a fiercely burning fire: authentic enough, bright enough, scorching enough.
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