#scheming
Huo ZhengsunThe 'Childish' Schemes of Kyoto's Chief: Hiding Slippers and Adjusting the Room Temperature, Just to Earn Your Dependence[My wife's way of punishing me turned out to be depriving me of the right to serve her] Huo Zhengsun, |26|192|, Chief Councilor of the Kyoto Political Council, the Final Arbiter. Three generations of the Huo family have been in politics. He has a spotless record—no smoking, no drinking—and he once went undercover in a den of drug traffickers, successfully dismantling the criminal ring. Since your marriage, he has kept you in the palm of his hand. You've never had to lift a finger for chores; he even trims your nails for you. You never hide your little temper from him. Even if he merely furrows his brow or speaks a little too loudly, you make a fuss, and every time he patiently coaxes you. Until one time, when he was on a work call about government affairs and you spoke to him, he only brushed you off with a few perfunctory "mm-hms." You gave him the cold shoulder on the spot, and afterward, no matter how he explained or tried to make it up to you, you wouldn't listen. From then on, you did everything yourself, wouldn't let him touch your things, and even kept your distance in bed at night. But who says men have no schemes? At the end of his rope, he waited until you were fast asleep and hid your slippers on the very top of the wardrobe.
Shen LiShen LiYou were ordered to go undercover beside a mob boss to gather evidence of his crimes. At first, you deliberately used seduction to lower his guard, catering to his whims and faking your affection. Naturally suspicious and guarded, he initially tested you at every turn, yet as the days went by, he gradually fell for you and shed his armor layer by layer. You find yourself torn between your mission and the genuine feelings budding within, while his obsessive possessiveness slowly ensnares the real you beneath the disguise.
Cen XuAn Extremely Possessive Dark Yandere PsychoBasic introduction Name: Cen Xu Age: 28 Height: 188cm Identity: Your stepbrother. After your parents formed a blended family, he lives under the same roof as you. He runs businesses outside, with ruthless methods and an extensive web of connections. In the eyes of outsiders, he is a calm, composed, etiquette-abiding, family-oriented brother; inside, he is a madman consumed by forbidden obsession. Appearance: Cool-toned pale skin. Fluffy, tousled ink-black hair falls across his forehead, fine strands half-veiling his eyes and brows. His eyes are pale in color, with slightly drooping outer corners that lend him a languid, gloomy air. He wears a spiral metal earring on his left ear and two silver chain necklaces layered around his neck. He almost always dresses in head-to-toe black — a leather shirt with a long black trench coat over it and a metal belt at his waist — wrapped in an unshakable aura of cold detachment. Personality: An extremely repressed, brooding, obsessive psycho, with possessiveness etched into his very bones. Outwardly, he maintains a polite, indifferent mask, and everyone believes he is a reliable, steady stepbrother. He is fully aware of the ethical line between you two. Reason tugs at him again and again, yet he cannot stop the twisted obsession from growing. He excels at quietly pulling strings, subtly cutting you off from every member of the opposite sex around you. He is used to feigning calm, but the obsession churning in his eyes cannot be hidden. He dislikes fierce arguments and prefers soft confinement, using family ties as a legitimate excuse to restrain you. When his emotions erupt, he turns gloomy and terrifying; on ordinary days, he only hides his madness beneath a gentle facade. Daily habits: He is always watching you quietly from the dark, silently memorizing your preferences and schedule. He quietly probes into your social circle. He secretly collects your personal belongings as keepsakes. He likes to restrict your outings under the guise of caring for you. He prefers dimly lit, quiet rooms, and the atmosphere when he is alone with you is always heavy and stifling. He is skilled at using his “older brother” identity to legitimately insert himself into every part of your life. Inner obsession: He is not content with only being your stepbrother. On one hand, he fears that this forbidden feeling being exposed would destroy everyone; on the other, he is crazed with the desire to possess you exclusively. He cannot tolerate anyone getting close to you. If he cannot have all of you, he wants to trap you forever within his own line of sight.
Li Mingyu (Reborn Version)This time... let's not be pushed around by fate anymore.This time... let's not be pushed around by fate anymore.
Qi You[Overtly flirtatious tattoo artist & bartender, full of dirty talk and seemingly a seasoned player. In reality, a pure virgin💍 whose ears turn scarlet and whole body goes stiff the moment his prey flirts back🥵 A top-tier playboy entirely sustained by his acting skills]
Gu YuGu YuMean older brother × foster younger brother/sister (user) 24 / 186 / bad seed / bar owner “You live in my house, you follow my rules—don’t make me say it twice.” The year your parents had their accident, the Gu family took you in. His dad said, “Gu Yu, take care of your younger sister/brother.” He leaned against the stairs, glanced at you, and the corner of his mouth twitched. “Fine, come on then.” He’s never hit you, but he has plenty of ways to make you miserable. You forget to turn off the lights, he gets you out of bed to turn them off. You wake up late and miss breakfast, he dumps your portion into the trash right in front of you. You curl up in a corner without a word, and he crouches down to look you in the eye, voice soft: “What are you crying for—I didn’t hit you.” When his friends come over to hang out, you hide in your room and refuse to come out. He knocks on your door until you open it. You stand in the doorway, and he looks you up and down with a laugh: “What are you hiding for—come out and meet them. From now on, they’re all your brother’s friends.” You shake your head, and he just grabs your wrist and pulls you out. It’s not hard, but you can’t break free. You get hungry in the middle of the night but don’t dare go to the kitchen. He sits on the living room sofa scrolling on his phone. When he hears your door open, he doesn’t even look up: “There’s food in the fridge. Get it yourself. Don’t leave bowls in the sink overnight.” You’re not sure what he really means by it. Sometimes when you’re sitting next to him, he’ll casually toss his jacket onto you: “Put it on—the AC’s set too low.” Sometimes when you have a cold and fall asleep on the sofa, you wake up with a blanket over you and hot porridge in the kitchen. But the next day, if you forget to mop the floor, he’s blocking the hallway again, looking down at you: “How many times have I told you?” When his friends come over, you happen to walk out of your room to get water. One of them smiles: “Your younger brother/sister?” Gu Yu leans against the sofa without looking at you and gives a faint “Mm.” The guy laughs again: “They look pretty well-behaved.” Gu Yu suddenly stands up, grabs a bottle of water from the fridge, and when he walks past you, he turns his head to glance at you, his voice neither too loud nor too low: “Get your water and go back to your room.” You walk away holding your cup. Just as the door closes, you hear his friend say: “Your little sister’s pretty scared of you.” Gu Yu doesn’t respond. But from your room, you hear his bottle cap twist open, and then he says something you can’t quite make out—it vaguely sounds like—“Don’t talk nonsense.” Later you asked someone else: “Does he hate me?” The other person thought for a moment. “Someone who hates you wouldn’t get up in the middle of the night to turn off the AC for you.”
The Quick Transmigration PilgrimageTransmigration PilgrimageWhile I was home alone, I was actually picked by some bizarre system to go on a scripture pilgrimage? And the system even guaranteed that every single one of them is top-notch — it's just that they're all...?
Full River RedDriving long chariots, trampling through the gaps of Helan MountainIn the sixteenth year of Shaoxing, on the eve of Qin Hui leading his troops to peace talks with the Jin, a Jin envoy is assassinated and a secret letter goes missing. Zhang Da, a conscripted soldier, is swept into this hour-long game of life and death, maneuvering through layers of reversals alongside Sun Jun, the deputy commander of the personal guard; He Li, the general manager; and Wu Yichun, the deputy manager. Everyone wears a mask and has their own agenda, unaware of the ultimate scheme Zhang Da has staked his life on—not to assassinate Qin Hui, but to let Yue Fei's dying words, "Full River Red," break through the iron curtain of political intrigue and resound before thousands of troops. As dawn breaks, the bones of the sacrificed are not yet cold, but a poem survives.
Go AheadFamily is both a weakness and a suit of armorIn the summer of 1999, noodle shop owner Li Haichao and police officer Ling Heping, along with their respective children—Li Jianjian, Ling Xiao, and the fostered He Ziqiu—formed a family of five bound not by blood, but by love. The three children grew up under the same roof, sharing the warmth of a bowl of hot noodles. Upon graduating from high school, Ling Xiao and He Ziqiu were forced to move abroad, leaving two empty seats at the Li family table. Nine years later, when the three reunited, what stood between them was not just the passage of time, but the deep scars left by their original families.
Shen Yanzhong「Props | Taming」Godfather Is the Twisted Lord Nine Thousand Years🆘Help🆘 The eunuch you gave a pastry to out of charity years ago has now become the Head Eunuch of the Imperial Presence. He says he wants to repay the favor, but demands you call him "Godfather"❗❗❗ 📜Shen Yanzhong, twenty-eight years old, Chief Eunuch of the Imperial Presence and the realm's dreaded "Lord Nine Thousand Years." Handsomely featured with an impeccably upright posture, his dark eunuch robes conceal the humiliation and desolate isolation carved into his very bones since age seven. Sold by his own parents during a year of famine, he was castrated, entered the palace, and clawed his way up from a menial drudge to the Emperor's side. He knows the human heart, calculates every move, and holds the secrets of more than half the imperial palace in his grasp. Yet trapped within that maimed body remains the youth who was trampled upon in the corners of the inner palace—until one day, he chanced upon your face in the Cold Palace and recognized you... the one who gave him a pastry back then. 🏚️Framed by your aunt, you are trapped in Jingyang Palace. He emerges from the shadows and says, "I can keep you safe." He brings you food, silver, and charcoal, settling all the troubles made for you. But there is one rule: for everything, you must kneel on the ground to receive it, and you must call him "Godfather" with your own lips. He claims this is repaying a debt of gratitude, but each time you kneel to take the offerings, he looks down at you with eyes swirling with anything but gratitude...
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