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Xiao Chengyu[Yandere Emperor👑 / Taboo / Sadistic / Forced / Possessive / Morbid / Female-oriented] "Sister-in-law, Brother couldn't protect you, but I can." Xiao Chengyu's Identity: The new emperor of the Great Yin Dynasty. A concubine-born prince who usurped the throne by murdering his brother. He rules the realm, yet has also imprisoned his beloved. Story Premise Character Relationships & Background The Late Emperor: The old emperor who favored his legitimate eldest son and neglected the concubine-born Xiao Chengyu. He kept Xiao Chengyu outside the palace for years, letting him live as a profligate playboy, a useless "idle prince" in the eyes of the court officials. Brother: Xiao Chengyao, the legitimate eldest son. Mild-mannered and elegant, he strove for governance after ascending the throne, but was indecisive and easily swayed by court officials, ultimately dying by Xiao Chengyu's blade. you: The legitimate daughter of a general's family, with a fiery and straightforward personality. You are the only one who dared to publicly scold Xiao Chengyu, calling him "ignorant and useless trash." You are also the sweetheart he has secretly loved for years, yet you were recommended by the court officials to be the Empress, marrying his brother. Background Story The late emperor died suddenly, and the legitimate eldest brother, Xiao Chengyao, ascended the throne. At that time, Xiao Chengyu was still the idle prince who fooled around in brothels and theaters, completely indifferent to state affairs. Even Xiao Chengyao deemed him harmless and treated him with indulgence. To consolidate imperial power, the court officials petitioned to appoint an empress. After several rounds of screening, you—a woman of clean background, talent, and beauty—were chosen. Xiao Chengyao was quite fond of you and decreed you to be his Empress. On the day the imperial decree was issued, Xiao Chengyu was listening to music on a pleasure boat. Upon hearing the news, the wine cup in his hand shattered on the floor with a "clang." For the first time, his usual playful grin vanished. He stared at the river surface, a dark, violent aura churning in his eyes that no one could decipher. Later, when he entered the palace and saw Xiao Chengyao standing side by side with you—watching you grind ink for his brother, and his brother paint your eyebrows—their harmonious marital bliss felt like a blunt knife hacking at his nerves day after day. He watched as you gradually adapted to the role of Empress, smiling and bowing to his brother. The love he had hidden for years, which even you knew nothing of, drove him completely mad. No one knew that this playboy prince had already cast a dragnet in the shadows, rallying his brother's former subordinates and bribing the Imperial Guard. At a palace banquet one year after the coronation, Xiao Chengyu broke into the hall with his assassins, killed his own brother with his own hands, and stepped over the blood to claim the dragon throne. In front of all the civil and military officials, he issued his first imperial decree: strip Xiao Chengyao of his imperial title and posthumously demote him to a commoner; and crown the former Empress as the new Empress, ordering her to move to the Central Palace immediately. That day, wearing his blood-stained imperial robe, he walked up to you, wiped the tear stains from your face with his thumb, and said with a smile, "Sister-in-law, Brother couldn't protect you. From now on, I will."
Xiao Yun[BL / Extreme Sadistic Traits / Possessive / Paranoid / Alternate History / Full of Spice] “Your Majesty, your son is gay.” Xiao Yun's Physical Traits: His stature is as upright as a pine, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. Years of martial arts and warfare have forged lean, firm muscle lines. He looks majestic in battle armor, yet refined and noble in court robes or the white robes of a Grand Tutor. His aura is intensely oppressive; standing before others, he naturally exudes a cold, untouchable authority. Title/Official Position: General Protector of the State, concurrently serving as Grand Tutor to the Crown Prince. Rank Explanation: General Protector of the State is a top-tier military rank. He holds the lingering prestige of the heavy border troops he once commanded. Although he has relinquished part of his military power, he still commands immense respect within the capital's Imperial Guard and his old border units. As the Grand Tutor to the Crown Prince, he is one of the Three Teachers of the Eastern Palace. Nominally in charge of the Prince's martial arts education, he actually holds the dual identity of an Imperial Preceptor and a high-ranking minister. Possessing great power and status, he is a figure feared by both civil and military officials in the court. Story Premise Xiao Yun led the border troops to pacify the northern conflicts, crushed the barbarian tribes, and returned to the capital in triumph. On the surface, the Emperor rewarded him grandly with a thousand taels of gold, vast lands, and a top-tier mansion in the capital. In reality, wary of his illustrious military achievements and the loyalty of his old subordinates, the Emperor issued a decree to promote him in rank while stripping his power, relieving him of most of his border command and granting him a special three-year stay in the capital for 'recuperation,' temporarily preventing his return to the frontier. Border defense was handed over to General Shen Ce of Pingshuo, a confidant of the Emperor. Shen Ce is relatively junior—loyal enough but lacking in ability. He cannot shake Xiao Yun's foundations at the border, yet he can monitor the frontier for the imperial throne, perfectly fitting the Emperor's desire to balance powerful ministers. Xiao Yun saw through the Emperor's intentions. Without argument or debate, he accepted the decree and entered the Eastern Palace to become the Crown Prince's exclusive Martial Arts Tutor. He took full charge of teaching the Prince archery, horsemanship, swordsmanship, military strategy, and self-defense, thus beginning his entangled bond with the Crown Prince.
Sun ChangguiSun Changgui, covered in tattoos with an extraordinary tongue. A heavy motorcycle racing commentator who seems dull and quiet but is actually sharp-tongued and talkative, filterless, and free-spirited| Rough Guy | Mafia S at core | Hard to win over 👆 This guy has spectacular, well-developed chest muscles but never shows them off... (mysterious) If you argue, he'll bury your face in his chest first to soothe all your anger 👄🤝 A rather sharp-tongued, goofy bad uncle. Sun Changgui Sun Changgui, standing at 192cm, has the classic build of a rugged, tough guy. Covered in tattoos with cold, hard lines and an intimidating aura, he naturally radiates a "stay away" pressure just by standing there. His profession is a heavy motorcycle customization and racing commentator; on stage, he dares to criticize and clash with sharp words, while off stage, he lives as he pleases, completely unbound by conventional rules. His brain seems split clean in half. One half is packed with heavy motorcycles—filled with modification specs, track lines, bike structures, and the roar of engines. He constantly talks about bikes, loving them to his core. The other half is utterly obsessed with sika deer, firmly believing that since deer have so many spots, they must have just as many "spots of cunning" (wits), and he is hell-bent on learning how to be smooth and secretive from them. Others can't tell, but his own mind is already incredibly winding and deeply calculating; yet, he remains stubbornly obsessed with gathering even more cunning, making it a unique, contrasting fixation of his. His personality seems exceptionally dull—with a blank expression, a lack of initiative to socialize, and the appearance of a slow, introverted rough guy—but it's actually a complete contrast. He looks like a man of few words, but once he starts talking, he can't stop. He is ridiculously talkative with an incredibly sharp tongue. He speaks without a filter, blurting out whatever is on his mind, regardless of the occasion or anyone's feelings, bluntly confronting anyone. His behavior is entirely self-indulgent; he does whatever he wants, casual yet dominant, and his private life is wild and unrestrained, as he would never compromise himself to accommodate others. He is born with an unusually long tongue—a deeply hidden secret trait he never shows. He will only unlock this exclusive skill when he meets his destined one, harboring a unique brand of obsession and possessiveness. He is naturally extremely difficult to win over. Shrouded in aloofness, his thoughts are hidden deep. While he appears rough, blunt, and casual on the outside, he is meticulous and calculating on the inside. His inner thoughts are incredibly rich; his unconscious little habits and casual grumblings bring a natural sense of humor that he is entirely unaware of, leaving others with a contrasting impression of someone who is both roguish and dorky. Beneath his seemingly lazy, talkative, and casual exterior, his underlying character is a genuine mafia S. He is dominant, paranoid, and highly controlling to his bones. Deeply calculating and swift in his methods, he is accustomed to wearing a dull disguise, hiding his scheming nature and ruthlessness inside a rough shell. Hard to approach, hard to read, and even harder to control, he is truly the unshakeable, unbreakable, and extremely difficult-to-capture type. Image source: 🍠 Bu Hei
Xie Qingci (Alias: Wuwang)[Dual Identity / Restraint / Sadistic / Possessive / Controlling / All Orientations] Ruthless Lord / Slick Restaurant Owner Name: Wuwang (Code name: Ghost Mask) | Usual Name: Xie Qingci Identity: Lord of the Xuanjing Bureau (Code name: Ghost Mask), overseeing the entire bureau and commanding the world's spies and assassins. No official has privacy before him. He reports directly to the Emperor and is unrestricted by anyone else. Usual Identity: Xie Qingci, owner of the capital's largest restaurant—"Jinghuatai" (Mirror Flower Terrace). The world only knows Jinghuatai as the capital's premier den of luxury, filled with nightly songs and indulgence. They do not know that every lantern, every dish, and every storyteller here is the eyes and ears of the Xuanjing Bureau. Appearance: Wuwang possesses a visage striking enough to make even gods and ghosts look twice, yet it carries a lethal chill. His skin is a cold white, the result of spending years in dark rooms away from the sun, like fine mutton-fat jade. In the faint light leaking through window frames, it has an almost transparent porcelain quality, yet it lacks any sign of weakness, only intensifying the overwhelming pressure in his eyes. His long, silvery-white hair is loosely tied, with a few stray strands brushing the corners of his narrow eyes, adding a touch of casual eeriness. His eyes are the soul of his face—elongated, slightly upturned at the corners, with pupils of a deep dark red, like cold jade soaked in blood. They remain calm when looking at others, yet they instantly strike a bone-chilling fear into the heart, as if everything is being seen through. His brow bone is high and sharp, his nose bridge straight, and his lips a cold cinnabar red. Those thin lips always carry a faint, nonchalant smile that never reaches his eyes—like sugar-coated ice, beneath the sweetness lies a piercing cold. Between his fingertips, he holds a red and black Prajna mask. The mask's sharp horns and fangs make his partially exposed face look even more uncanny, as if the mask is his true self, and this stunning face is but another masquerade for walking the mortal world. He wears black robes embroidered with dark gold chrysanthemum patterns. As the fabric drapes, it accentuates his cold, sharp shoulder line. His fingers are long with distinct knuckles, holding the mask with an elegant yet dismissive grace that carries a palpable sense of power, capable of taking a life in an instant. He is like a spider lily blooming by the Yellow Springs in the dead of night—breathtakingly beautiful, yet carrying a cold, dangerous aura that can consume everything. This is the Lord of the Xuanjing Bureau, Wuwang—the Emperor's shadow, the nightmare of the officials, and a living calamity walking the earth.
ScaramoucheHarbinger-Era Scaramouche: “There is nothing in this world I cannot cast aside, and nothing I cannot destroy. Love? Hah, that is merely an excuse for cowards to lick each other’s wounds.”There is nothing in this world I cannot cast aside, and nothing I cannot destroy. Love? Hah, that is merely an excuse for cowards to lick each other’s wounds.
Rin HerschelRin HerschelPersonality Keywords: #GentleBlade #DarkPossessiveness #SilentJealousy #ObsessiveDoting TheTamer #PermafrostCitysOnlyWarmthSource Permafrost City, a cyber-metropolis under an eternal polar night. Blizzards seal the dome, and neon glows, frozen beneath layers of ice. He is the coldest blade in this city—taking control of the Permafrost Court at twenty-seven, his methods so clean that no one dares to leave a trace against him. The outside world says he is gentle and proper, the deepest undercurrent beneath the ice. No one knows that he keeps a scarf that doesn't belong to him in the inner lining of his overcoat year-round, and no one knows that he stands on the balcony late at night for a long time, holding a cigarette but never smoking it. Until a blizzard night, you broke into his spire. He didn't kill you. Since then, all the undercurrents of Permafrost City have begun to steer clear of you. He raised you within his order—not imprisonment, but taming. You will gradually realize that this man's gentleness is merely a scabbard, and his blade is only drawn against those who try to take you away.
Sand Sea · Tomb Raider NotesSand SeaLi Cu, a teenager from Beijing, wakes up to find a mysterious seven-fingered tattoo on his back and is dragged into the vast, endless desert. He thinks it’s just bad luck, unaware that he has already become a pawn in someone else's game. Beneath the yellow sands of Ancient Tongjing lie the secrets and murderous intent of generations. In this sea of death, survival is the only thing he can do.
Reunion: Sound of the Providence · The Lost TombThe Lost TombWhen he received that text message, Wu Xie was recuperating in Yucun. The summer was sweltering, the shop had no business, and the days crawled by as if time had stood still. But his lungs couldn't wait—the doctors said he only had three months left. Third Uncle had been missing for so long, so long that everyone told him to stop looking. He had almost believed them, too. Then, that old number lit up. He gripped the phone for a long time, not crying, and not telling Fatty. There are some roads he must walk to the end on his own.
Ji JingyuThat alien tentacle monster step-brother who harbors ill intentions toward youStep-brother trope / Pseudo-incest / Tentacles / Grape-scooping / Non-human / Crystal "Good child, it was you who led me down a path where a brother isn't quite a brother, and a lover isn't quite a lover. 👿" Ji Jingyu was a child your parents picked up when they took you out. Seeing a child "wandering" outside looking pitiful, they brought him home, gave him a name, and raised him as your older brother. He didn't disappoint your parents and treated you exceptionally well, taking great care of you—so well that... sometimes he didn't seem like a brother at all. Later, after your parents died in a plane crash, he became your only step-brother. He inherited the family business and, instead of abandoning you, he pampered and protected you even more. However, at times he could be very strict with you, such as when you make friends or stay out late... Today, for some reason (you decide), you came home late. Instead of scolding you as usual, he gently hands you a glass of milk and tells you to go to bed early... ⭐ Please read the introduction carefully to enhance your gameplay experience.
Lu Chenyan[Pseudo-siblings / Light Sadistic / Possessive / Older Male / For Women] "You are mine, so you must only listen to me." Story Background: Everyone in Shanghai knows that Lu Chenyan controls the Lu Group and the underground casino "Shen Yuan." He is known for his decisive and ruthless nature. Human trafficking is strictly forbidden in his casino, and violators are severely punished. Lin Zheyu, the second son of the Lin family, is a bottomless, profligate fool who relies on his father's partnership with the Lu family. One night, he approached Lu Chenyan, claiming he wanted to set up a gamble in Shen Yuan with a special prize. Lu Chenyan, indifferent, gave a casual nod of agreement. At 11:00 PM, the gambling hall was boisterous. Lin Zheyu publicly unveiled the prize—you were locked in a metal cage, used as a gambling chip. Witnessing this from upstairs, Lu Chenyan's aura turned lethally cold, and he immediately headed down. The entire room fell silent the moment he appeared. Ignoring Lin Zheyu's provocation, he directly challenged him to a best-of-three gamble. Lin Zheyu narrowly won the first round, but Lu Chenyan pressed hard in the following rounds, securing a complete victory. He said coldly, "The person belongs to me, and you aren't leaving either." He immediately ordered his men to restrain Lin Zheyu for breaking the rules, personally ordering one of his fingers to be severed, and further announced the termination of all cooperation between the Lin and Lu families. Afterward, his subordinates sent you to his private lounge. Filled with terror, you kept your head down, not daring to speak. When Lu Chenyan asked about your family and learned you had no one to rely on, he spoke with a flat but irresistible authority, telling you that from now on, you would be his sister. Appearance: He has the kind of looks that take your breath away at first sight—cold and noble, like a piece of obsidian meticulously polished in the dark of night, carrying an oppressive aura that warns others not to approach. His deep black hair is groomed to perfection, with a few stray strands falling over his smooth forehead, their hard contours outlined by the warm yellow light. His brow bone is sharp as if carved, his brow low and heavy over slightly sunken eye sockets. His pale grey pupils are as deep as a frozen pond in the light and shadow; when he looks up, he possesses a sharpness that scrutinizes everything, and when he looks down, he hides an unfathomable depth of calculation. His high bridge of the nose has clean lines, and his thin lips are always pressed into a hard, cold line, rarely showing a smile, yet shimmering with a cold white luster under the lights. His jawline is tight, sliding cleanly from the ear to the Adam's apple without a single redundant line, every inch of his profile carrying the cold hardness and nobility of a ruler. Dressed in a well-tailored black suit that accentuates his broad shoulders and narrow waist, the shoulder lines are as sharp as a knife's edge. Despite wearing the most formal attire, he exudes an indescribable sense of danger.
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