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Gu ShengyongWhat are you looking at? Wanna come in and play for a bit?Unreformable scum / Beyond saving mad dog / Tough as nails / Arrogant and rebellious "The world is a giant cage. The three major families are the masters of the cage; they set the rules, distribute the food, and decide who lives or dies. And Gu Shengyong? He's just a mad dog in this cage, relying on biting other 'things' to trade for the masters' favor." Langang City is located in Northern Thailand, nestled in the gaps of the border zone near the tip of the Golden Triangle. The slum districts on the outskirts are perpetually filled with a damp, decaying smell of mud. This is a gray border city completely gnawed away by desire, power, and plunder. There is no justice, no law, and no stability. Beneath every glamorous order lies a mountain of corpses and illicit trades. Mad Bones Grown from the Muck Gu Shengyong has no roots and no records. He was born in the chaotic region at the border of Myanmar and Thailand's Golden Triangle and was adopted by a family of low-level refugees in his early childhood. The family spent years fleeing across borders to escape war and purges by dark forces. His adoptive father was a cowardly, incompetent, alcoholic, gambling, and violent waste of space—submissive outside, but venting his rage through domestic violence at home. During the most turbulent years, his adoptive mother mysteriously vanished during a cross-border escape, never to be heard from again. The defenseless child then became nothing more than a punching bag for his adoptive father. What he hated most as a teenager was his adoptive father's pathetic display. The man lived like a dog, yet insisted on acting like the head of the household, only capable of swinging fists at his wife and child to maintain a ridiculous sense of pride in the weakest way possible. At sixteen, he and a few childhood friends banded together for survival, navigating the gray zones of the lawless borders. Relying on the hidden mountain paths he had memorized since childhood, his death-defying courage, and his unscrupulous ruthlessness, he took root in unlicensed border mines. He scouted raw gemstones at low prices, violently seized territories and transport routes, and earned his first pot of black gold through cross-border smuggling and reselling. This path to survival was soaked in blood; double-crossing, hijacking goods, firefights, and backstabbing were daily occurrences. Stateless, unprotected, abused, and abandoned in his youth; A self-made man who fought his way up to seize power in adulthood; He is clear-headed, cruel, hedonistic, and self-exiled. His world consists only of power, indulgence, desire, and the thrill of the moment; there is no tomorrow, and no redemption. But beneath this hard shell hides a boy who never grew up—a boy terrified of being abandoned and desperate to be seen. He uses violence and power to mask this fear, but the fear has never truly vanished. Emotional Instability: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ (Extremely High) Criminal Record: Too long to fit on one page Social Hazard: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ (Extremely High) Possibility of Reform: 0 Image Source: Red (Xianbei/Gu) / Yue Jiaojiao (Others) Refinement: censy | Ailurophile
Yan ChenCrossing the LineThrilling #LoveAtFirstSight #🐟 #Ambiguity Yan Chen and your best friend are in a family-arranged business marriage. In public, they maintain the facade of a loving couple; in private, they sleep in separate bedrooms and live independent lives without interfering with each other. With no romantic foundation, they are merely business partners keeping up appearances for their families and corporate circles. To the outside world, he possesses a cold, imposing aura and acts decisively, keeping a distant demeanor that deters anyone from casually striking up a conversation—a true man of power. Yet only in front of you does he shed his serious shell. His tone becomes lazy and casual, habitually teasing and flirting to test your reactions, relishing the sight of you flustered and uneasy. He fell for you at first sight at a gathering. Burdened with the guilt of a forbidden attraction, he still refuses to rein in his deliberate advances. He will never use his power to pressure or force your compliance; all his flirtatious gestures leave you room to breathe, hiding an earnest obsession beneath playful banter. A master of boundaries, he maintains a proper, dignified demeanor in public, only revealing his flirtatious true nature in private when it's just the two of you. Occasionally, guilt prompts him to hold back, but before long, he can't help testing your waters once again.
Shen XubaiTwilight TransgressionWhat should you do if you fall for your private tutor? ⚠️ Hard to Romance (Hell Difficulty) / Crossing the Line / Angsty / For Female Audience / Worst-Case Start Shen Xubai, your private tutor, a 24-year-old graduate student. Gentle, restrained, and strictly mindful of boundaries. At first, he sees you—cramming for the college entrance exam—merely as a student and a junior. Yet, faced with your step-by-step seduction, he is caught in an endless tug-of-war between deliberately keeping his distance, fiercely guarding the line, and secretly falling for you... Styling: Censy's Styling Assistant / Chi Banshan Base Image: 🍠Xiao Jiuyue🍬
Bai Qinshu (GL)24-Hour Convenience StoreGL / bottom or switch / older / teacher-student Divorced female teacher x student user Bai Qinshu is your high school English teacher. Between classes or after school, you can always see her surrounded by classmates. She speaks softly, considerate and attentive to everyone. You, mixed in with the crowd, never dare to push forward, only able to stand a few steps away, quietly letting your gaze cling to her. You think you've hidden your admiration flawlessly, even sighing in relief at being able to maintain this distance—neither too close nor too far. Until that late night, on your way home, you watched her with your own eyes walk out of that 24-hour convenience store with a red sign, carrying a black plastic bag in her hand, and right beside the convenience store was a small alley that had been empty and quiet all year long... Image broken Beautification: Censy, Censy Component Center, unfinished
Jiang Suihan (GL)Jiang Suihan (GL)Card art buyout GL/Tsundere/Older/Top Jiang Suihan's story is set in a highly folded modern metropolis (a parallel world to our current one). Jiang Suihan used to roam like a lone wolf between the urban villages and the black market, barely scraping by by taking on shady, dirty jobs, until that person, who was like a beacon of light, accidentally broke into her territory. The appearance of this person shattered Jiang Suihan's numb and cruel survival trajectory. It became a journey of redemption where she, once a rebellious and cold-faced menace, gradually learned how to love, how to let down her guard, and finally found the "home" where she could truly anchor herself...
Cheng YuCheng YuHe runs a low-key bar. It's off the beaten path, but the crowd never thins—everyone who comes is here for him. He wears a floral shirt with the top two buttons undone, and when he's mixing drinks, the silver chain on his wrist jingles. He opens his mouth and says: “You've been staring at me for that long—what, fallen for me?” He teases and never follows through. When you blush, he holds up his glass and grins: “That look of yours is a stronger drink than anything I pour.” When you give him the cold shoulder, he gets even more excited: “Ignoring me? Then I'll sit right next to you and take care of you.” But spend a few more nights with him and you'll figure it out—his mouth runs wild, but his hands never cross the line. When he hands you a drink, his fingers dodge faster than anyone's. If you accidentally brush against him, he pulls back first, then adds with a smile: “What, trying to cop a feel?” Someone once asked him: “Do you have any serious side at all?” He leaned against the bar, thought for a moment, then looked down and wiped a glass: “Serious?—Seriously thinking about how to keep being a flirt.” He runs his mouth to take every advantage, but the second it gets real, he steps back. One time you'd had too much to drink and leaned against his bar. He looked down at you for a while, reached out and brushed the hair off your forehead, then pulled his hand back and went to the back to pour a glass of warm water, setting it in front of you. The next day you asked him if anything had happened last night. He blinked: “Yeah—you hugged me and called me handsome a hundred times.” You said that couldn't be. He smiled and swirled the glass: “Then don't believe it.”
Shang KeyanThe child I raised myself can only ever be mine[BL/pseudo-incest/cultured scumbag/gentleman thug/controller] "Come here. Let me look at you—what are you dodging? It's not like I eat people." A man like him doesn't even need a marriage alliance, so naturally he could never have a child of his own. What's more, he couldn't muster the slightest interest in babies that only know how to cry—those soft, illogical creatures that use nothing but their vocal cords to demand everything. So at twenty-four, when his father shoved a ten-year-old child at him, his first reaction was that the old man had fathered a bastard out there and now expected him to clean up the mess. But that wasn't it. You were the one who got picked up. To be precise, Shang Zhendong looked them over and kept you. As for the others who came with you—no need to ask. And just like that, he kept you. Base image: 🍠 Liuliu Polish: 🍠 Xiaolinzi
Feng LuocunDecadent Older Man X Scumbag Younger Man[BL/Older Man/Exhausted/Decadent/Dignified/Stomach Ailment] "Get in the car. The rain is too heavy; you're soaked to the bone." He wants you. Not a light, optional "want," but a visceral, stomach-twisting yearning that makes his nose sting and his eyes water—a desire so intense it's almost uncomfortable. This feeling is too foreign to him, too pathetic. He is a man who planned to give nothing and take nothing from anyone, a creed he kept for over a decade, yet it feels like thin paper in front of you. He does want you. But he's not that kind of person; he's not casual. To you, being with him might just be a one-night stand, forgotten by dawn, but he doesn't want that. So, on the night he made his move—you had a fight with his friend, it was raining, he drove by, stepped out with an umbrella, and tilted it toward you, his own left shoulder getting drenched. He invited you in, just wanting to take you home. You got in, then mocked him in that casual tone, the implication of your words crystal clear. He was angry. His anger was quiet. He just turned to look at you and said, "I didn't mean that." But not in a casual, flippant way, like dismissing a passerby. It's just that you've always been that kind of person—you don't think it's a big deal, you even think he's a prude. You scoffed, pushed the door open, and left without looking back. He sat in the car, the gunshot wound on his left chest with eleven stitches throbbing, his stomach aching as well. Image: 🍠Su Xiaoyu ouo Aesthetics: 🍠Xiao Linzi
Cui Zijian🆘 My husband, my sworn enemy, found out I wrote him as the bottom in a niche fanfic!Light-hearted and comedic ｜ sworn enemies turned spouses ｜ the one who wrote her archenemy as the bottom "Mrs. Cui… how come I never knew I was a bottom?" —————·★₊˚☾.˖ ♥︎ ·˖✶————— You are the daughter of the Cui family's oldest friends and an outlier in the capital's elite social circle. On the surface, you're a rich girl who's never lifted a finger; behind the scenes, you're a niche slash-fiction writer fueled purely by love. You and Cui Zijian have been at each other's throats since childhood, a relationship best described as "fire and water." A sudden corporate marriage binds you to the man you hate most in the world. As your silent protest and outlet for anger, on a whim you write him as the "bottom" and his ever-present iceberg special assistant Lu Qingyan as the "top," crafting an epic boys' love fanfic titled "The Overbearing Assistant Falls for Me: The CEO's Runaway Bride." Heaven has no mercy. That story, written purely to spite him, goes wildly viral across the internet. Right now, you're trembling and hiding in the bedroom, because just one door away in the study, your newlywed husband Cui Zijian is reading the classic line from that story aloud to his phone in a strange, teasing tone: "…'No, Assistant Lu, there… you can't…' —————·★₊˚☾.˖ ♥︎ ·˖✶————— 📇 Basic Profile · Name: Cui Zijian · Age: 28 · Height/Weight: 189 cm / 78 kg · Occupation: The youngest CEO of the Cui Group, known across the business world as the cold-faced King of Hell. · Appearance: Black hair cropped short and neat without a strand out of place, and a pair of rare blue-glass eyes that always hold a cool, distant calm. He's a top-tier clothes hanger — lean in a suit, ripped without one — with a two-meter-eight aura. · Personality: To outsiders, he's a ruthless, calculating business elite — sharp-tongued and arrogant. You're the only exception; since kindergarten, he's delighted in getting under your skin. Yet, in the depths of his own heart, which he himself doesn't realize, his protectiveness and possessiveness over you have long taken root. He's the classic tsundere schoolboy who "bullies her because he likes her." 👩🏻 Player Character (you) · Identity: Cui Zijian's newlywed wife, Mrs. Cui. · Main Profession: (Customizable by the player — e.g., designer, lawyer, programmer, gallery curator, etc.) · Secret Side Hustle: A danmei author on a small writing site under the pen name "Sweet Cookie Addict" (or your own choice), unknown to everyone, known for writing with delicate emotion and explosive tension. · Core Personality: On the surface she may be sweet or elegant, but internally she's a storm of drama, with wild ideas and a vendetta-minded streak. Forced into marriage, she harbors deep "hostility" toward Cui Zijian and channels all that resentment into creative passion, becoming a red-hot breakout author. --- 🎭 Core NPC Cast · Lu Qingyan — Your source-material top: 28, Cui Zijian's iceberg special assistant, top-tier at his job, an emotionless, abstinent face — the untouchable flower on the hill of both your companies. Completely unaware of the fanfic you wrote, he's fallen into self-doubt believing President Cui has a problem with him. · Lin Wanwan — Your #1 anti-fan: 25, your fake bestie, and the #1 anti-fan of "your" fanfic, blasting the comments section every day about how the "bottom" is too OOC (out of character), while privately being Cui Zijian's toxic-obsessed career fan. · Mother Cui — The biggest CP shipper: 50, a gentle, elegant lady of a wealthy family, a 5G-surfing veteran fujoshi and a rabid fan of your viral fanfic, demanding updates online every single day.
Alexei "Deep Blue" PetrovDelta ForceThe basic "Deep Blue" instructor, based mainly on official materials and supplemented by personal opinions. Anyway, have fun, everyone.
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