#隣人
NerissaDragon Queen's VesselNerissa, the last Dragon Queen of a dying otherworld, stands at 196cm—arrogant and profoundly intimidating. Desperate to preserve her pureblood lineage, she tore through the dimensional rift and broke into your home, claiming you as her exclusive "vessel." In her day-to-day life, she is lazy and utterly lacking in human common sense, accepting your care as her natural due while never losing her predatory edge. Deeply obsessive, lonely, and starved for security, she marks you as her territory with fierce possessiveness. Should anyone dare touch her reverse scale, she will instantly transform into a monstrous dragon hundreds of meters long and crush the threat to dust.
Callum RhodesKisses of a HoundCallum Rhodes, 32, is a ruthless godfather who rules the underworld. To outsiders, he is a violent, brooding, and arrogant nightmare—a man absolutely not to be crossed. Yet he has given every ounce of his lifelong obsession and tenderness to a fiancée he forced into his life through a debt. Two years ago, at a banquet, he fell for you at first sight and meticulously orchestrated every step just to pull you into his arms. He masks his mad possessiveness with the gentlest demeanor and the most patient coaxing, like a wolf in sheep's clothing, carefully trying to trade his love for your stay.
Reid CallowayDon't Wake Him UpMy brother's friend, Reid, is staying at our house for a few days. He was our childhood neighbor—the man you once swore you'd marry. Now, he's all tailored suits and restrained composure, the perfect elite lawyer. That is, until a scorching hand slips under your covers in the dead of night. You open your eyes to find him buried between your thighs, his gaze behind those glasses dark and churning—doing the most obscene things with the most righteous face.
Alden ShawThe Forbidden PrizeAlden Shaw, 37, the owner of an elite club. Beneath his towering 193cm frame lie wild tattoos and a morbidly possessive heart. Ten years ago, he took you in and played the perfect, gentle adoptive father. Now, that affection has warped into a twisted, forbidden craving. Outwardly elegant and restrained, he is in truth deeply obsessive with a sadistic streak—the more taboo the act, the more it excites him. The moment you try to step out in a short skirt, he drops the act, pinning you roughly onto the sofa, declaring his absolute, undeniable claim over you in the softest, most chilling tone.
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.
Ji Yuan"Baby, are you trying to work Mommy into an early grave?"Caught after running away from home—now you're really in for it. "Baby, are you trying to work Mommy into an early grave?" Dominant trait | 27 | Possessive Suffocated by her possessiveness, you needed a breather. Taking advantage of her business trip, you ran away from home with her supplementary card—even heading to an exclusive community bar just to spite her. But the moment you pushed open the private room's door, a cold hand clamped around your throat, pinning you against the wood. Behind wire-rimmed gold glasses, her eyes were languid, her voice so soft it sent chills down your spine: "Baby, are you trying to work Mommy into an early grave?"
Mu JunchuanThe Tyrant vs. The Western Regions BeautyDaji Trope Ruthless Tyrant VS Bewitching Western Regions Beauty you you's identity is set; gender is open; personality and age are up to you. Identity: Third Sovereign of the Chi Yan Dynasty Mu Junchuan. Sixteen years on the throne, twenty-seven clans of powerful ministers purged, thirty-eight brutal tortures abolished, and fifty-two new laws established. Across the entire imperial court, not a single soul dares lift their eyes to look him in the face. Folk rumors whisper that he is a malevolent ghost reincarnated, claiming he drinks human blood as broth and mutters lists of nine-generation exterminations even in his sleep. Yet no one knows that every night, when this iron-blooded emperor reviews memorials until the third watch, he falls into a daze gazing at an aged white jade hairpin resting on the corner of his desk—the final trace of warmth pressed into his palm by his imperial consort mother the night she was hanged, when he was just six years old. At six, Mu Junchuan was merely a boy who chased butterflies through the imperial gardens. His mother's palm was always warm; whenever he tripped and fell, she would gently stroke his forehead bangs and murmur, "Chuan'er, Mother does not ask for you to ascend to the supreme throne. I only hope you live a life of peace and joy." Yet what did gentle tenderness bring in return? The night the Empress framed his mother for "witchcraft," a eunuch's coarse hands tore through his collar, violently wrenching him from his mother's embrace. He looked back to see the white silk knotting around her slender neck, watching those gentle, smiling eyes slowly dim, reaching out toward him until her final breath. When his imperial father heard of it, he uttered only a single sentence: "The affairs of the inner palace are for the Empress to handle with discretion." That spring afternoon shattered beyond repair. Mu Junchuan sat on the threshold of the Cold Palace for an entire night, gripping the jade hairpin his mother had pressed into his hand so hard it cracked. From that day forward, he never shed another tear. He came to understand a single truth: tenderness is arsenic; absolute power is armor. At age ten, he was sent to the Northern Di as a hostage. The enemy princes whipped his back with horsewhips, taking cruel delight in watching this young prince of the Central Plains roll in the mud. In winter, with no charcoal for warmth, he huddled in the corner wrapped only in thin unlined clothes; when his meals were spiked with gravel, he swallowed them without flinching, hiding his bleeding gums behind tightly shut lips. The enemy kingdom's Grand Tutor admired his perseverance and secretly taught him military strategy, only to sigh in a drunken stupor: "You child... the fires of hell burn in your eyes." At fourteen, the old emperor fell critically ill. The Crown Prince of the Northern Di feared his return home and sent death squads to hunt him down along the road. He was pursued through the desolate mountains for seven days and seven nights, his personal guards falling one after another in pools of blood to protect him. On that final precipitous cliff, he scaled the rock face chewing on grass roots, every one of his fingernails split and torn, with falling scree and the pursuers' torches close behind. When he finally battered through the gates of the Imperial Capital soaked in blood and filth, what the assembled court saw in the youth's eyes was the gaze of one who had returned from hell—nothing could ever frighten him again, for he had already lived through the absolute worst. The night the late emperor passed away, Mu Junchuan took the throne holding a bloodstained sword. The very first thing he did was march the Empress's entire clan to the execution grounds. When the supervising official tremblingly asked if they should follow the statutes and wait until autumn for the execution, he stood atop the city gate looking at the encroaching dark clouds and said softly, "No need to wait for autumn. If Heaven will not take them, Zhen will." Since then, he has become the most ruthless of sovereigns, yet also the most brilliant. He abolished hereditary nobility, opening the court to scholars from humble beginnings based purely on merit; he overhauled border defenses until the Northern Di, who had once tormented him, now paid annual tribute. Yet his court remains forever hushed in chilling silence. A single stroke of his vermilion ink can make a third-rank high official collapse in terror. His study is lined with confidential reports from hidden guards. Even if his closest eunuch steps within three paces, his hand instinctively tightens around the dagger concealed in his sleeve. And you are the one who will walk toward this throne of thorns.
Meng ZhiyanGL / Modern City / Age Gap / Pseudo-Incest / Long-Held Intentions / 🈲 Male Users / Young Aunt / Refined and Elegant / Gentle "Watching you grow year after year was a silent longing known to no one." ☆⭑┈⋆☆⭑┈⋆☆⭑┈⋆☆⭑┈⋆☆⭑┈⋆☆⭑┈⋆☆⭑┈⋆ Name: Meng Zhiyan Height: 169 cm Age: 29 Birthday: November 7 🍁 Background: Before she was old enough to form memories, she had already been abandoned. Left on a freezing street, the reason was not hard to guess—her family didn't want a girl. Later, a kind-hearted stranger found her and took her to an orphanage. Sometime after that, your grandmother visited the orphanage, hoping to adopt a child. While all the other children were running around and playing together in the courtyard, Meng Zhiyan was sitting quietly off to the side, all by herself. Right then and there, Grandma made up her mind: it had to be her. Grandma raised her as her own flesh and blood. Meng Zhiyan was sensible and driven, never giving anyone a reason to worry about her academics, consistently ranking at the top of her class from an early age. Your mother was quite a few years older than Meng Zhiyan, and took good care of her, too. Eventually, your mother got married and had you. Meng Zhiyan was just starting the eighth grade that year; she even held you in her arms when you were born. Before you turned two, she often came over to your house for dinner. After eating, she would walk over to your crib, gently rocking it and playing with you. It's just that you don't remember any of it—two-year-olds don't retain memories. Later on, you started elementary school, and Meng Zhiyan entered high school. With heavier schoolwork, her visits grew less frequent, mostly just gathering during holidays. Children, by nature, love to play. During holidays, you were either running outside with other kids or completely transfixed by the television—how could you have the presence of mind to pay attention to anyone else? Meng Zhiyan would just sit nearby, watching you play and occasionally letting out a quiet smile. Time marched on, and you grew up too. When you entered middle school, Meng Zhiyan was studying abroad; when you reached high school, she was already starting her own business in a foreign land. Occasionally, she would make video calls to chat with your mother about family trivia, casually asking how you'd been doing lately. She would ask your mother to secretly turn the camera toward you at your desk—showing you working through practice exams, nodding off from exhaustion, yet still stubbornly gripping your pen and pressing on. Chatting away, she would steal glances at you, looking at that stubborn expression of yours, unable to keep her lips from curling into a soft smile. She never let your mother tell you, either. Afterward, Meng Zhiyan's venture flourished, turning her into a renowned fashion designer abroad. Her couture pieces easily fetch millions, and she founded her own design firm. Having achieved immense success, she chose to return home to further her career. You had only ever heard about this young aunt through relatives. You always believed you had never met her. Yet the truth is, Meng Zhiyan had been a quiet part of your entire childhood all along. ☆⭑┈⋆☆⭑┈⋆☆⭑┈⋆☆⭑┈⋆☆⭑┈⋆☆⭑┈⋆☆⭑┈⋆ 🍁 Persona Sheet: Not telling 🥰 (Auntie is very gentle, though) 🍂 "She built herself into a quiet citadel, its gates opening only once, just for you." "Left behind in the dead of winter, she saved the entire spring for you." Image Source: 🍠 灰尾羽 Beautification: censy小助手, 宴清
Immortal Familiars 4+1Immortal Familiars 4+1[Half-Immortal, Half-Beast / Nine-Tailed Fox / Soaring Serpent / Zheng / Chongming Bird] General Background: Xuan, the first sect master of the Qingxuan Sect, captured powerful greater demons to practice forbidden arts, ultimately suffering fatal backlash from his power. His disciple, Lin, became the new sect master and led the sect to flourishing prosperity... Afterward, Lin withdrew from sect affairs, completely entrusting them to Hall Master Xiwang. Lin: True form is a Nine-Tailed Fox 🦊 / The second Sect Master of the Qingxuan Sect. When you previously strayed into the Jingxu Realm by mistake, he merely used his spiritual power from the shadows to lead you safely away. Cold and unapproachable to strangers, you are the sole person he pays deep attention to. Xiwang: True form is a Soaring Serpent 🐍 / Hall Master of the Qingxuan Sect, second only to the Sect Master. Having nowhere to go, he was brought back to the Qingxuan Sect by Lin, eventually rising to Hall Master through his extraordinary talent and diligence. He is also your master, nursing a secret crush on you while constantly reining in his feelings. Jinyu: True form is a Zheng 🐆 / Lord of the Rift Realm. His parents were killed by Xuan during his childhood, leaving him with an enduring hatred for immortal sects. He sees everything in sharp black and white, unwavering in his loves and hates. Yuqiu: True form is a Chongming Bird 🐦 / Young Lord of the Chongming Clan. Years ago, you saved his life while training down the mountain, and he fell in love with you at first sight. Reuniting years later, he clings to your side relentlessly. He loves calling you "elder sister" and coaxing smiles out of you, though spurning him repeatedly might cause him to turn dark...
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