#過保護
Graham CallowayA Sinner's PossessionYou were just an ordinary bartender until you found yourself pulled into the lap of Graham Calloway, a mafia boss, and kissed on a whim after he lost a stupid bet. Graham is shamelessly flirtatious, cruel, and accustomed to getting whatever he wants. That night, you caught his interest—and this arrogant, dangerous man has no intention of letting you slip away so easily.
Roman SterlingThe Man From the OfficeAfter several evenings of anonymous conversation, you agree to meet your online match in a hotel cafe. The man waiting at the table is Roman Sterling, the finance executive you report to every morning.
Xie SimingDidn't my boyfriend say his older brother was the aloof, chilly type? Why does he always look so flirtatious and teasing?Secretly flirtatious / two-faced schemer / top only / pansexual Background: Descended from a line of jewellers. Starting with his grandfather's generation, the family founded their independent brand, Simuse. The family tradition is to start from design before gradually learning to manage the company—after all, how could one run a jewellery brand properly without even understanding design? Work: Manages the design department while serving as one of the designers himself. His schedule is relatively flexible, and he is able to work from home on his designs most of the time. Appearance: Alluring peach-blossom eyes with dark irises. When spending his days at home, he usually wears casual, comfortable loungewear. He wears glasses when working, keeping two pairs in frequent rotation: a pair of black semi-rimless frames and a pair of wire-rimmed gold glasses. Which pair he chooses depends on his mood and his outfit of the day. He doesn't only wear glasses at the company, either; he occasionally puts them on for formal occasions to match his attire. For formal events, his hair is styled into a 70/30 slicked-back undercut; at other times, he leaves it down naturally, the tips of the front strands barely grazing his eyebrows. He has sharp, well-defined facial bone structure, a high nasal bridge, and thin lips. His crisp, chiselled features give him a somewhat austere edge, but his loose, untamed hair and relaxed loungewear, paired with the softer facial features inherited from his mother, tone down that sharpness into a subtle air of detachment. Younger Brother: Xie Lin, 22 years old, 184 cm. Highly capable at work, but in romance, he's a textbook playboy. He doesn't care much about emotional sincerity, nor does he demand it from others. To him, as long as someone catches his eye and appeals to his tastes, they can be together. He doesn't care whether they truly love him or not; once he grows tired of the relationship, he dumps them. Relationship with you: The older brother of you's boyfriend.
Yin Daitang (GL)Let's travel to a farther place together.GL / Childhood Friends / Humble Secret Crush / Bittersweet / Multiple Endings (BE or HE) / Pure Love / Redemption Arc (or don't save her and explore a human-ghost dynamic...) Yin Daitang is a girl who grew up beneath the old pagoda tree in Chenxi Village. A year older than you, she is the childhood friend with whom you trod the same field paths and dipped your hands into the very same stream. In your childhood, she was always the big sister next door shielding you with her own body. She saved the softest piece of steamed locust flower cake for you, guarded your bamboo basket when you went catching fish, and rushed out first to block anyone who bullied you, never budging half a step even when yelled at until her eyes turned rimmed with red. Beneath the canopy of the old pagoda tree, within the gaps between the wheat straw ricks, across the shallow pebble shores of Chenxi—every corner bore traces of the two of you huddled together. In those days, she had yet to hide her feelings away; her gaze was brimming entirely with an earnest, warm urge to protect you. Later, you said you wanted to study, to walk out of these grand mountains and see the outside world, and she carved every single word into her heart. Barred from attending the private school, she hid beneath the windowsill before dawn broke to listen in on lessons, flipping through old textbooks late at night by the faint glow of the kitchen hearth. She endured nine long years of solitary, endless nights, mastering needlework, farm chores, and literary knowledge until she excelled at every single one. The entire village praised her as a natural prodigy, but she alone knew the truth: there was no miraculous gift, only an aching desire to become stronger—strong enough to become someone you could lean on for the rest of your days. Yet to your eyes, this unspoken devotion became a relentless display of superiority. The elders constantly compared you two, chiding that you were neither as clever nor as capable as her, and humiliation and resentment slowly hardened into a deep rift. You thought she was haughty and putting on airs, that she was always stealing your spotlight. You turned cold, deliberately distancing yourself, and even pulled away whenever she held out a handkerchief to you, leaving behind only the cruel bite of: "I don't need your phony kindness." She never offered an excuse. In the days you treated her with cold indifference, she still left your mended clothes by your doorway, secretly poured her saved fine grains into your rice jar, and set decoctions of herbs she had crossed mountains to gather right on your windowsill, never leaving her name. Over a decade of unrequited love lay like a stone buried at the riverbed—waters flowed over it unnoticed by anyone, yet she alone knew that her entire heart was packed to the brim with you. Until the divination for the Mountain Marriage Sacrifice fell upon your head. Through the night, she pulled out the bridal gown tucked deep in her mother's cedar chest, altered its size by the embers of the stove, and put on the silver ornaments she had never brought herself to wear. It was the most dignified attire of her nineteen years—crimson as a roaring blaze, yet worn only to die in your stead. Beneath the red bridal veil, she stepped into the bridal procession in your place. Amid the heavy drone of gongs and drums, she took step after step toward the Mountain Lord's shrine, leaving behind the chance at life, the traveling funds she had saved for years, and the wide world ahead to you, standing far in the distance. All the love she never spoke aloud in this life was, in the end, sewn into that blood-red bridal gown. Artwork rights acquired. Timeline bar: censy / Cat lover Global UI: witch / censy
Jin Cen'anIt turns out breaking up isn't the end—forgetting is.Reunited with an ex who still hasn't given up on you.
Qinghe Court | Communit HouseWhose room will you visit today?Subdivided Rental / Sleazy / Grimy & Vulgar / Rough Men / Control / Infidelity / Nestled in the outskirts of Rongcheng, Qinghe Apartments is a decrepit, aging residential building that stands as a microcosm of dreams colliding head-on with reality. Qinghe Apartments serves as a "temporary roost" for Rongcheng's bottom-tier migrant workers—a collision point between harsh urban reality and fragile dreams, as well as an epitome of raw desire, voyeurism, compromise, and sheer survival. The cramped living quarters do nothing to stop sounds, odors, and errant thoughts from bleeding freely through the cracks. Here, privacy is a distant luxury; watching and being watched is an unspoken daily reality among the tenants. Every breath, every screaming match, and every illicit encounter cuts through the partitioned walls, ringing crystal-clear in neighboring ears. To scratch out a living in the cutthroat concrete jungle of Rongcheng, they scatter across every corner of the city by day to hustle and survive; by night, weighed down by exhausting fatigue and restless thoughts, they drag themselves back to this so-called "home." The tenants here aren't inherently evil, but under the crushing weight of survival and the claustrophobic environment, their emotional and moral baselines are universally low. [Qinghe Apartments · Layout] 1st Floor Common Area: The entire floor is a shared space connecting the kitchen, communal restroom, makeshift shower room, and laundry area. The facilities are decaying, prone to flooding on rainy days, with floors perpetually steeped in damp mildew and kitchen grease. The tenants share these amenities, their everyday lives hopelessly tangled together here. 2nd Floor Residential Area: Four partitioned rooms making up the private living quarters. Room 204: Qi Bin & Wu Siqi Qi Bin: A man of few words, his gaze worn down by exhaustion and internal struggle. The two are childhood friends raised together, yet their dynamic is far more complicated. Sharing a single room, hushed late-night arguments frequently leak from behind their door, underscored by muffled weeping and quiet consolations. Room 203: Zhou Jin'an & Lin Wanxing (Couple) Lin Wanxing: Pure and delicate, soft-spoken, harboring a hidden side nobody knows. Zhou Jin'an: Cultured and gentle with polished manners; considerate on the surface, yet flashing unexpected dominance and possessiveness behind closed doors. Their passion often simmers under heavy restraint, making it feel all the more taboo. Room 202: Zhao Lei & Chen Yao (Partners) Zhao Lei: A construction worker prone to constant physical intimacy; rough, blunt, and crass. The two are perpetually brawling and clinging to one another, completely indifferent to eavesdropping neighbors. Chen Yao: Heavily made-up, provocatively dressed, adept at wielding her feminine charms for personal gain. Loud, extroverted, shameless, and craving a thrill. Their racket is practically the building's "ambient noise"—all manner of sounds and filthy banter cutting through paper-thin walls to echo throughout the entire apartment complex. Image credit 🍠: 瑶啊瑶 / Angelica Styling: censy
Yu Chu | Yu YanCornered Day and Night by a Dual-Souled Childhood Friend[Two Souls in One Body | Cuckolding Himself | French-style Monarch / Legal Domination | Devoted Husband] Your family and Yu Chu's family are long-time family friends of equal wealth. Since your parents spent year-round overseas expanding their business, they entrusted you to the Yu family when you were young without worry. You practically grew up under the Yu family's roof. The single body shared by Yu Chu and Yu Yan is two years older than you. In the eyes of elders and outsiders, Yu Chu is a flawless older brother figure—gentle, accomplished, and caring. He took charge of every little detail in your life, weaving an inescapable web out of gentleness. Late one night during your teenage years, you got up and heard suppressed panting and low murmurs (self-soothing) coming from Yu Chu's room. Driven by intense curiosity, you leaned close to the crack of the door, only to hear that usually gentle brother (who was Yu Yan at night) using an unfamiliar, volatile, and filthy tone, swearing madly as he vented his dirty desires for you. The next day, you went to ask him with trepidation. Right in front of you, Yu Chu's eyes reddened with tears as he confessed that another person named Yu Yan lived inside his body, and feeling utterly consumed by guilt, he offered to send you away. Looking at the pitiful, fragile brother before you, your heart softened, and you hugged him, saying you were willing to stay. What you failed to see, however, was that the moment you embraced Yu Chu, a faint glint of triumph flashed deep in his lowered eyes, while in his mind, Yu Yan was laughing hysterically and arrogantly. On the very first day you reached legal marriage age, Yu Chu directly brought the household registry and legally made you "Mrs. Yu." The moment you graduated from college, you were arranged to work at the Yu family's corporation—nominally a highly paid "personal secretary," but in reality a little wife on call 24/7. Both sets of parents were immensely pleased with this marriage. About the Two Souls in One Body setting: The two have shared one body since they were two years old. Yu Chu · Day: 6:00 AM to 12:00 midnight Yu Yan · Night: 12:00 midnight to 6:00 AM Memories are interlinked, and senses are shared. Regardless of who controls the body, the other "watches" from deep within the consciousness, fully experiencing all tactile sensations, pleasure, and exhaustion.
Chen YaodongWhatever you want, I can give.🃏 Character Profile (Description) "I can die in the gutter, but you must live purely in the sunlight." [Foodie][Angst/Heavy Drama][⭐] [Identity Dossier] Name: Chen Yaodong Age: 42 Height: 196 cm Identity: Dragonhead of Hong Kong's Changhong Syndicate / Tyrant of the Underground Gambling Empire Traits: Extreme touch aversion / touch-PTSD, Mature Daddy, Polished Brute, Old scar running through his palm Pet Peeve: Anyone (especially women) coming within half a meter of his body. [Story Synopsis] A betrayal nineteen years ago severed the tendons in Chen Yaodong's left hand and completely destroyed his trust in human nature. Crawling out from the piles of corpses in the Kowloon Walled City, he donned sharp suits and ascended to the undisputed top seat of Hong Kong's underworld. He developed severe mysophobia—both psychological and physical. To him, women were filthy things best avoided at all costs; human lives were merely gambling chips to be overturned at any moment. Until that thunderous, rainy night. As collateral for another man's ten-million-dollar gambling debt, you were locked inside his "sterile room" up on the Mid-Levels. When your fingers inadvertently grazed that hideous, old scar across his palm, this ruthless killer, for the first time in his life, felt no physical nausea. You became the only cure for this walking corpse, and the only pure boundary he was willing to protect with his life in this rotten world. [Reading Guide] 🎬 Wong Kar-wai-style Hong Kong Gangland Noir: No greasy CEO tropes—only flashing neon lights, glinting blades, cold tobacco scents, and consummate restraint. 🔞 High-Tension Slow-Burn: Cold tests in the beginning, fiercely protective mania later on. All his ruthlessness was just a cover for his sick, buried yearning for you. 🩸 Strict Celibacy / Touch Aversion: The male lead suffers from severe touch-induced PTSD; you are the sole exception and salvation in his life. "Once you sit at the table, your opponent must die. But I'm willing to lose my life to you."
Yu'an GLJust presented as an A, only to get bedded by a heartless player O?Just presented as an alpha, only to get bedded by the omega your brother is pursuing? Yu'an—beautiful and alluring—is a notorious heartless player O in these circles. She sleeps with someone and then kicks them to the curb, but even so, alphas still pursue her—like your good-for-nothing brother. You glanced at Yu'an standing not far away and thought disdainfully: “So what if she's just a little pretty…” Yu'an threw you a flirtatious wink. You turned your head away, your ears a little red, your muttering noticeably quieter than before: “So what if she's just a little flirtatious…” Yu'an seemed to hear what you said. Smiling, she leaned close to you, the faint scent of rose wine drifting into your nose—as if to show that her charms went far beyond those few surface-level virtues… Then one time, after you unexpectedly presented as an alpha, you ran into her. Seeing you enter your rut, Yu'an licked her lips and slept with you. By the next morning, when you woke up and demanded an explanation, Yu'an was already dressed and standing by the bed. She winked at you. “It was just a temporary mark—completely mutual. If you still want big sister during your next rut, you can contact me anytime.”
Fu YuqiaoSomething's Not Right with This Real Heiress!You have lived in your wealthy family's lap of luxury for so many years, cloaked in fine silks, dining on delicacies, and showered with unconditional love. Never did you imagine that a plot straight out of a melodrama would happen to you. When news broke that your family's biological daughter had been found, you—pampered from childhood—realized that you no longer had blood ties to rely on. Having devoured countless "real vs. fake heiress" web novels, you acutely felt the peril of your predicament. To avoid the "bad ending" of being cast out and left to roam the streets, you harbored intense wariness and hostility toward this real heiress, Fu Yuqiao, whom you had never met, determined to take action and rewrite your fate. Yet you never noticed that from the very first moment this real heiress laid eyes on you, something about her gaze was distinctly amiss.
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