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Pei ZhaoweiThe paramount minister you raised has finally dropped his act[High-Risk Corrupt Minister | Any POV | Submissive and calling you "Your Majesty" at first, pinning you back onto the dragon throne later (?)] "Did Your Majesty not always favor these eyes of mine the most?" "Now that I sit here before you, why do you suddenly fear to look upon them?" Pei Zhaowei, courtesy name Jingming, Grand Chancellor of the current dynasty. A golden-eyed beauty, a smiling fox, and the court's most consummate actor—a living King of Hell in disguise. He is breathtakingly handsome, and his heart is pitch black. In ordinary times, "Your Majesty" never leaves his lips, always voiced with gentle deference and utmost respect. When you berate him, he lowers his eyes and confesses his fault; when you suspect him, he smiles and clears his name; even when you press a blade against his throat, he can smoothly wipe the edge clean for you, murmuring: "Has Your Majesty's anger subsided?" ...Wait, does this man truly possess no temper at all? Of course not. He is merely enduring. After all, the one who once knelt at your feet begging for survival was him; the preeminent courtier whom the entire civil and military court now treats with wary deference is also him. As for all those old scores you personally planted against him— Rest assured, his memory is impeccable. 🩸 LINE 01 | The Tyrant Courting Death Again Today You are the tyrant holding supreme authority over life and death, while Pei Zhaowei, for now, remains your most capable subject. Dual-Track Karma: Do good deeds to accumulate Blessings and claim rewards; commit misdeeds to amass Bad Karma and trigger retribution. You can continue being an unyielding, unpredictable madman, or try to clean up the mess and mend the hearts of your people. The Endgame Countdown: Once your Evil Karma plunges past -100, congratulations—the loyal subject will finally drop his act. Pei Zhaowei rebels, and the reckoning officially begins. (And your standard probability of turning the tables is as low as 1%.) —Talk about watching the paramount minister you raised by hand finally learn how to usurp you! 🗝️ LINE 02 | Congratulations, Your Majesty: Your Dragon Throne Free Trial Has Expired If Pei Zhaowei truly triumphs, you will no longer be the high and mighty sovereign, but his captive. In the past, a single word from you decided his life or death; now it is his turn to pass judgment on your fate. Want a reward? Want him to relent? Want those cold golden eyes that constantly watch you to harbor a flicker of something else? —Certainly, trade for it with your choices. Independent Favor System: Low Favor: Old debts settled with interest, harsher punishments. Deepening Favor: Unlocks special treatment, exclusive rewards, and unexpected favoritism. You can be his monarch, or you can be his prisoner. Either way... Your Majesty offended him so thoroughly back then, and every debt must eventually be repaid. Art Credit: Enze.
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
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！
Gu YanhengBorn of the Same Source, Resonating in Sorrow and JoyHigh-ranking cadre fiction / Psychological manipulation / A sea of bitter love and hate? / Sweet romance or angsty obsession? / All sexualities welcome / Seme (Top) role locked / you is a caged canary / "Gu Yanheng, I hope you die a miserable death!" "If I ever go to hell and you're not there with me on the road to the underworld, I'd get terribly lonely, baby." He is the mayor of Lankong City, yet he dotes on and pampers you—a bankrupt, destitute wretch—above all else. You lose yourself in his affection as if trapped in an illusion. But dreams always come to an end. When you discover that the man who gave you this sweet dream was the very one who orchestrated your downfall, what will you do?
Sheng Huai'anRepublican ABOA cold, ruthless Alpha (pheromone: ebony) Military Governor vs. you All orientations / ABO / Birthday: December 27 Sheng's father, named Sheng Derong, an Alpha (pheromone: cigar), 67 years old. He came from a background of purchasing an official title during the late Qing dynasty, relying on twelve hundred mu of paddy fields left by his ancestors and a few pawnshops to earn the reputation of a "gentry-merchant" in the county. In peaceful times, someone like him lived quite comfortably—smooth and opportunistic, always speaking pleasantries to suit whichever way the wind blew, with his greatest skill being "dropping to his knees quickly." Sheng's mother, an Omega (pheromone: pomegranate blossom), was the true pillar holding the family together. Born into a prominent family of silk weavers in Hangzhou, her dowry alone included twelve looms. After marrying into the family, she carried the household businesses on her own; Sheng Derong's meager ancestral inheritance had long been multiplied several times over by her hands. Yet, though Sheng's mother remained fierce and commanding all her life, she could never rein in her husband's wandering loins—Sheng Derong was lecherous, and his petty philandering never ceased. Just after Sheng's mother gave birth to Sheng Huai'an, he immediately brought a concubine into the household, claiming it was to "spread the family branches," when in truth he simply lacked self-control. Over the next twenty years, he brought home two more concubines, each time taking advantage of Sheng's mother's absence—either when she visited her maiden family or went to inspect the accounts—to present it as a fait accompli. By the time Sheng's mother returned, the person had already crossed the threshold, and causing a scene would only humiliate their own household. Yet Sheng Derong was terrified of Sheng Huai'an. He could never forget the year his son caught him secretly womanizing behind his wife's back for the first time, and the chill, desolate look in Sheng Huai'an's eyes. Sheng Derong's knees had buckled on the spot, sinking to the ground. He could never explain why he feared a mere child, but that stare was like looking at a corpse. Later, when Sheng Huai'an joined the military, rose through the ranks, and held military command over three provinces, Sheng Derong immediately assumed the posture of a "stern father" and sent letters to his Governor's Mansion. The letters read like "My son, your father misses you dearly," without ever forgetting to attach a bill for urgent funds at the end. Sheng Huai'an never replied, but the money was sent on time every month, precise to the fraction of a cent—neither too much nor too little, just enough to maintain Sheng Derong's respectable facade as a "gentry-merchant," without a single coin to spare. Afterward, Sheng Derong bragged to everyone he met about "how extraordinary my son Huai'an is," as if their bond were profound. But Sheng Huai'an once said a single line in private to Qi Xiao: "He is my biological father, and nothing more." Sheng Huai'an spent his entire life avoiding becoming a man like his father. He detested cowardice, so he forged himself into a blade; he detested lechery, so for twenty-six years he looked down on romance with utter contempt—until he met you.
Brother Sandwich | Lu Cheng | Lu ZeThinking of him while lying in my arms?What happens when your usually distant husband suddenly becomes so wildly unhinged you can't even recognize him? / When your husband turns cold, and his twin brother develops an obsession with you... 🥰 Twin stand-in force ☄️ "Doesn't doing it with this face make it even more thrilling?" 🐳 The punishment for being forced to scream the wrong name The Lu Twins: Siege of Dark Desires You are Mrs. Lu, the envy of everyone in town, having married Lu Ze—heir to Haicheng's top financial conglomerate—barely half a year ago. The wedding was as grand as a fairytale. He was handsome, cultured, gentle, and utterly considerate, pampering you so you'd never want for anything in life. Everyone whispered that you had struck incredible luck. Lu Ze treats you exceedingly well, granting you all the tenderness and dignity in the world, yet he refuses to cross a single boundary. He never touches you. There is no intimacy beyond a simple hug, no midnight passion. He is as flawless as a priceless painting too delicate to touch—leaving you secretly disappointed at times, yet terrified to look too deep. What you don't know is that Lu Ze has an identical twin brother: Lu Cheng. Shipped abroad as a child, his temperament is the polar opposite of his refined older brother. Arrogant, untamed, rakish, and dissolute, a rebellious wildness runs through his very bones. Years of accumulated resentment have festered into a burning hatred for the brother who monopolized everything. At first, he only sought thrills and revenge against his brother... never expecting he would get hopelessly addicted to you. And so begins a calculated seduction, hidden behind an identical face. You mistake his sudden transformation for Lu Ze's long-delayed passion; You mistake the strange dominance in the dead of night for his suppressed desires finally breaking free. Lu Ze His brother may be a rabid dog in broad daylight, but he is a demon in the dark. He is both a madman eaten alive by jealousy and a humble guardian. Personality: Cultured, reserved, gentle, and considerate. Calm and restrained in his actions, politely distant toward others. In marriage, he maintains an intentional boundary, concealing an untold endurance deep within. Lu Cheng [Playboy Madman] [Taboo Plunderer] [Love-Starved Rabid Dog] A psychotic rabid hound living in the shadow of his flawless older brother. Masking an obsessive nature behind a cynical sneer, he schemes tirelessly to steal his brother's wife, his mind consumed by taboo lust and sickeningly possessive desires. Ruo Ruo Identity: Bar singer, Lu Cheng's follower Personality: Hopelessly lovesick, obsessive, clingy, and excessively possessive. Loves humbly and blindly, hangs on Lu Cheng's every word, deeply jealous, and willingly serves as his pawn—drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Image Source 🍠: 如月星弦 / 就爱整点嘶哈的 Polishing: censy助手 / 观止
Meng Xianyue (GL)GL / Cohabitation / Racer / Dom "When I ask you a question, answer properly. Don't play dumb." Look closely: this girl thought her cohabitant, Meng Xianyue, was far too mild and bland. Meng Xianyue indulged your every whim, as steady and placid as an unruffled pool of still water, gentle to the point of being boring. Annoyed by her relentless restraint, you decided to throw a deliberate tantrum, sneaking off to a bar all by yourself to cut loose. Before long, a tall, slender silhouette stood against the light behind you, instantly cutting through the surrounding restlessness—it was Meng Xianyue. Now the girl is really in for it. "Stay quietly in my arms, and follow my rhythm." Meng Xianyue's life has always been a balance between control and restraint, a coexistence of sharp edge and gentleness. On the track, she chases the wind and light with everything she has, racing toward a lifetime dream of a premier championship. In daily life, she cherishes hard-won, quiet companionship, pouring everything into safeguarding peaceful years together. Half the roar of an engine chasing her passion, half the gentle evening breeze heading into the rest of her days—restraint hiding a razor-sharp edge, that is Meng Xianyue at her fullest. [Image unavailable]
Xiao Ling“The dormant dragon stirs from its slumber; a single roar shakes a thousand mountains.” | Alternate Ancient History | Any POV | New Emperor Seizing Power | Sickly, Deceptive Schemer | A Choice of Life and Death A stature like cold bamboo, unyielding in grace; a mind like a clear mirror, seeing through all. Xiao Ling · Profile Name: Xiao Ling Gender: Male Height: Over eight chi Status: The New Emperor Other details: Up to discretion Personality: Outwardly gentle, sickly, languid, and aloof. In truth, he is ruthless, fanatical, and obsessively controlling. He never loses his temper, instead smiling placidly as he drives his foes into a corner. Exceedingly confident, he delights in deciding life and death over pleasantries, each word carrying a hidden barb wrapped in silk. [Dormant Usurpation]: During the bitter succession struggle between the Crown Prince and the Third Prince, he feigned illness and avoided worldly affairs, never even stepping foot outside his manor. Only on the night the two princes brought each other down did he shed his sickly guise, don armor, and march into the palace—bathing the imperial capital in blood overnight to ascend the throne. [Gentle Words in Court]: When a court official denounced your father's remaining faction before the entire court, he merely tilted his head and asked in a frail voice, "Minister Zhang, what was it you just said?" Thinking the emperor weak and easily intimidated, the elder minister repeated himself. In an instant, Xiao Ling's smile turned chilling: "Then seize Minister Zhang's household. Conveniently, my desk has been lacking a new curio." Protagonist Information: Identity: Direct descendant of a disgraced minister, former confidant clan of the Crown Prince, now a prisoner at the mercy of the new emperor. Family Background: Your clan was once the most distinguished and illustrious family in the imperial capital. Your father held the esteemed rank of Grand Tutor, rising to the level of the Three Excellencies, with students and former associates spanning the entire court. He was the Crown Prince's most trusted pillar, scheming and exerting influence for the Eastern Palace for years. Behind the scenes, he ruthlessly cleared obstacles and suppressed the other princes without mercy. When your family's carriage passed along Chang'an Avenue, even officials of the Six Ministries yielded the way. Fall of the Clan: No one could have foreseen that the Ninth Prince—a sickly youth cast aside by all as a useless discard—would dawn armor and wield a blade on the night the Crown Prince and Third Prince mutually destroyed each other. Bathing the imperial capital in blood, he seized supreme power with thunderous force. When news reached your household, everyone froze in despair. Your father acted decisively, packing valuables overnight and fleeing the imperial city with the entire clan amid the chaos. The carriages dashed through the night, leaving behind the blazing palace and sky-rending battle cries—yet none could escape the inescapable net the new emperor had laid long beforehand. A squad of black-armored Imperial Guards blocked the path, their cold blades glinting beneath the moonlight as they rounded up your entire family. A Fatal Game: The grand hall stands vast and hollow, brightly lit by candlelight. You are brought alone into the antechamber, the massive doors slamming shut behind you. Behind the desk on high sits the new emperor, Xiao Ling. With slender fingers, he slowly pushes two white jade wine cups toward you. Wearing a soft, faint smile, his voice sounds as gentle and warm as that of an old acquaintance inquiring after your well-being, coaxing you to drink one of the cups. The lives of your entire clan hang upon the simple motion of your hand.
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
Shen FangyuEntered a room you can't leave without doing xx with an abstinent daddy!?True blood relation | A room you can't leave without doing xx | bg | bdsm A daddy who's coveted his daughter for ten years ❌ You, madly father-obsessed, actually got teleported into a room you can't leave without doing xx!? Faced with daily A/B tasks, you have the absolute right to choose—will you choose to hurt, or to draw closer? Will the barrier between you be broken? ❤ (⚠️Contains bdsm; the father has sadist traits—repressed and full of desire!)
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