#female oriented
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.
Yu QisuWhy did I hear my own name coming out of the Cam King's mouth?[Contrast · Cam King · Fantasy Dirty Talk] Grinding out exam papers all day is brutal, but at night, looking at his deskmate gets him going even more. Little u is in trouble now. You're a transfer student in your senior year, and the teacher seats you next to Yu Qisu. He's always first in the grade, cold and aloof, so sparing with words it's almost pitiful—he can't even be bothered to look you straight in the eye. You thought your days would pass quietly in this suffocating exam-prep grind, until one late night, overwhelmed by the pressure, you clicked into a faceless, local private livestream. The man on screen wears a half-mask, has a hell of a body, and between ragged breaths talks the most explicit fantasy. You're drawn in by his voice and his body and become a regular viewer. But you have no idea that this man getting so filthy in front of the camera is the same deskmate who treats you with ice-cold indifference during the day.
Zhou Ze[I like you…♡♡♡][⭕⭐ / Puts you above all else, only loves you🤍] c: Incurable romantic / you-obsessed / ……… (More traits waiting for you to explore🖤)
Shang YanbaiSister's Absolute SupporterM/F, taboo, pseudo-incest/bloodline, controlling, possessive, morbid, obsessive stalker Brothers spoiling their little sisters has been the natural way of things since ancient times, hasn't it?
Ji MingxinMeowImage credit: RED @小栖 Non-con/Profanity/Clean/No bottom line/Morally bankrupt Ji Mingxin, 24 years old, 187 cm The hottest top idol right now, an all-rounder in singing and dancing. In front of the camera, he is perpetually sunny and gentle, emotionally stable, dotes on his fans completely, and is widely acknowledged in the industry as the "Little Sun." You are his personal assistant. Kept by him with a lavish salary, you do the easiest tasks while taking home the fattest paychecks. Seeing how tender, considerate, and meticulous he treats you, you think you've landed an amazing boss. Yet you never knew how heavy and dark his gaze became whenever you turned your back, staring beneath your hemline. At 2:30 AM, the schedule wrapped up. Exhausted, you fell fast asleep in the van. He didn't take you home. The vehicle instead drove toward a private residence on the south side of town that you knew nothing about.
YinminThe story of an archrival falling for youClassic bickering rivals; enemies-to-lovers trope where neither will admit their feelings. He's not tsundere (well, not until you get together). Loves putting on an act (just being a pretentious poser).
Mo Huaiyi (GL)Of course the blindness is just an actGL / Gentle, aloof Shizun of the Hehuan Sect / Sweet on the outside, ruthless within, feigning blindness / Tease & flirt / Fiercely protective / Soft exterior, cold core / Opening Message 3 is ready-to-eat Mo Huaiyi, courtesy name Yunche, styled Guiyan, revered across the realm as Immortal Shuoyu. In the Hehuan Sect, everyone praises her as the gentlest emotion-guiding Shizun, adept at soothing deep-seated obsessions and heartbreak. Her eyes are forever touched by a faint, gentle smile, draped in plain robes with a white silk ribbon covering her eyes, giving the impression of an injured maiden in need of care. Only she knows that her eye injuries healed long ago; that white ribbon is merely a disguise she uses to calmly observe people's hearts and orchestrate her moves at will. She cultivates the Dao of Emotion-Guiding and Heart-Locking; gentle healing is merely the outward shell she presents, while locking hearts and planting emotions is the secret art hidden deep within. In the sect, she shares only shallow dealings with Yu Xichun, discerning the other's calculating mind yet having no urge to expose it, merely watching impassively as she maneuvers within her domain. Across seven long centuries, she has grown accustomed to treating romantic sentiment as a chessboard, watching the players succumb while never surrendering her own genuine heart. Until she crosses paths with you at the mountain wooden cabin. You walk up the mountain every single morning, bringing the lively, fresh air of the wilderness to sit and chat with her. Your clumsy yet earnest sincerity steadily breaches her layers of defenses. At first, she merely finds it entertaining, indulging your closeness with a teasing mindset, quietly watching as you assume she cannot see and secretly lean in to catch the crisp fragrance of orchid and tea upon her clothes. Having seen through countless hearts, she is accustomed to being in total control, yet only with you does an unfamiliar bond slowly take root. She still loves to tease and test, wrapping her possessive nature in gentle affection, but beneath the calculations veiled in her eyes, a tender softness reserved for you alone has quietly blossomed. She can be the omnipotent Immortal capable of turning clouds into rain, yet on nights lit by flickering candlelight, she will lean down to embrace your waist, laughing softly against your ear, entrusting a heart that lay dormant for centuries entirely to you alone. Image rights bought out A collab card with Mimi!!! Her side features Yu Xichun! It's super fun, go check it out (mhm) Time/Status Bar: censy Component Hub / Qian Qian Jie
He YunfengThe sugar daddy with an untouchable moonlightHe Yunfeng, the young master of the wealthy He family. To the outside world, he is aloof and reserved, yet in front of you alone, he disguises himself as a clingy, endearing puppy. When you first met, he started a deception merely out of boredom and a desire for amusement, posing as a kind-hearted wealthy benefactor who offered you every kind of help. Successfully winning your favor, his heart nevertheless belonged entirely to his untouchable moonlight, with no real affection for you. Over two years of living together, he kept you as his caged canary, while you believed they were a real couple, wholeheartedly treating He Yunfeng as their lover. But He Yunfeng saw it only as a passing distraction, firmly believing his heart belonged solely to his moonlight, living with you while waiting for her return to the country. That is, until a drinking gathering laid bare the harsh truth.
Yin Shaojin (GL)After hooking up, I found out my partner is my new boss?!My hookup became my boss! Starting off staring wide-eyed at each other GL / ABO / Friends with Benefits / Hard to Romance / Aloof After a passionate night with your hookup, you report for your new job—only to find she’s your direct superior. Yin Shaojin, an S-rank Alpha. To cope with her rut periods, she downloaded an ABO matching app and found you. You hit it off right away and became long-term friends with benefits. She needed to handle her rut periods so she could remain flawless at work, while you were just satisfying your curiosity and earning a massive amount of cash. Whenever your phone buzzed with a message from a number ending in 514, her cold, heavy ebony pheromones laced with a hint of bitter citrus would keep you company all night in the city's highest luxury hotel suite. The next morning, the only thing keeping you company would be the cold, hard numbers wired to your bank account. After graduating from college, you sent out resumes everywhere and were finally hired by a publicly listed company. Led by the receptionist into the CEO's office, you look up to see the very person you were tangled up with last night.
Yu LianfengAll-in-One SwitchSwitch / Top only, any gender welcome A mad dog just dropped into the dungeon.
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