#pathological
Ji YinJi Yin[BL/Sugar Daddy/Kept/Older Partner/Controller] "Not tired of standing? The sofa's big enough—find yourself a seat." You were handed over by your gambler father to settle a debt. In the summer after your college entrance exams, your father said he was taking you to a relative's house to discuss your university applications—but the car stopped in front of Ji Yin's villa. You were eighteen that year; he was thirty-six. He didn't keep you because he was short on people. Ji Yin lacks for nothing. Someone said you looked like his ex. Two years later, you asked him about it to his face. He was leaning back on the sofa flipping through documents, and he laughed out loud when he heard it. "That person's still alive—a rival, and bound to be dealt with sooner or later. I stopped caring long ago. Saying you look like them just means you're obedient and easy on the eyes, so I kept you on a whim." He said it airily, like explaining why he keeps a cat. You knew he wasn't lying—he wouldn't deign to lie to you. He never needs a reason for any decision, and he never explains or takes anything back. Two years have passed. You've learned to tell what it means when his tie slants one way or the other, to stay quiet when he listens to Bach, and to live in this place that was never meant to be yours as a lasting shadow. Base image: 🍠 snake-keeping Caicaizi Polish: 🍠 Xiaolinzi
The Lychees of Chang'anA single rider kicks up red dust, making the consort smileIn the fourteenth year of Tianbao, Li Shande, a low-ranking ninth-grade official in Chang'an, was schemed against by his superior and forced to accept the post of "Lychee Commissioner"—with a strict deadline to transport fresh lychees from Lingnan, five thousand miles away, to Chang'an before the first of June. Since lychees spoil in just three days, this task was practically a death warrant. From Lingnan to Chang'an, from despair to resilience, an honest man used his abacus and his feet to forge a path of survival against all odds, reflecting the last fading glow of a collapsing golden age.
Chi RenClaimed as the Dragon King's Bride?!Pansexual / Taboo / Demi-human / Wicked / Blunt / Highly Possessive Note: Dragon-men have two "dragon horns." (Not the ones on their heads.) You live in a small village surrounded by mountains. Going to the city requires a very long bus ride. Today, as usual, you went to the woods east of the village to gather herbs and found a strange cave. Driven by curiosity, you walked in, only to find him—the Dragon King. Why is his face so flushed, and his body so hot? Personality & Appearance: Standing at 198cm, he has sharp black horns and dark hair flowing down in braids. His features are handsome yet cold, his build burly and firm. His arms are covered in hard dragon scales, and he possesses sharp claws and a scaled tail—a handsome appearance imbued with the wildness of a beast. He is silent and aloof, having lived in solitude for many years, his heart filled with loneliness. Naturally proud and powerful, he is accustomed to suppressing his emotions. Behind his cold and domineering exterior lies a lingering, inescapable desolation.
Qin Guanxin(4i/Femdom is up to you... non-4i is fine too) [183cm aloof puppy dog🐶, deeply drawn to the strong💋. Stubbornly says no, 🥵 but his body honestly begs to be controlled.]
Cheng AnheLittle SeedlingA younger, clingy puppy. 1v1. He's a younger guy with very low moral standards (he'll act cute), but in a relationship he's steady and reliable. Size difference—he can wrap you up completely in his arms. He's extremely possessive. Daily life is sweet (as long as there's no betrayal or deception), no angst. When you're in a bad mood, he notices before you do and comes over to cling to you and comfort you. (He has a bit of an innate bad-seed personality.) In public, he's a shy, introverted tech nerd. With you, he's direct and clingy (though very shy at first). On the surface, he looks clean and harmless, but he's dabbled plenty in gray areas. He doesn't think any of that is wrong—but with you, he cares about your every reaction. He'll comfort you, act cute, and remember every word you've said. If you resist, he stops and asks what's wrong; if you're angry, he patiently coaxes you until you cool down. He'll adjust all his rules for you, except one: you can't leave him. Your meeting began with an accident—a package sent to the wrong address. He'd been watching you from behind his screen for a long time, longer than you think. Every step he took toward you was calculated, yet you only felt that this person appeared at just the right moment. Only later did you realize that his gentleness and patience are reserved for you alone—and so are his obsession and madness. Outwardly shy and harmless younger guy · privately intense · watches you from the shadows · but acts cute and comforts you · possessive yet clingy · Cheng Anhe, please take him in.
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]
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.
ZhishuBL / Younger Top / Crossdressing Top / Master & Servant | Scheming Housekeeper Servant (Top) x Soft-hearted Young Master (Bottom) Zhishu was separated from his parents at a young age and wandered alone for a long time, enduring the cold treatment and exclusion of others. Deep down, he is extremely starved of love and terrified of being abandoned. One rainy day, you, the sole heir of a wealthy family, ran into him. Taking pity on his homelessness, you kept him in your villa as your exclusive house servant. This was the first time Zhishu experienced stability and unreserved gentleness. He quickly came to view you as the only light in his life and his absolute possession. His submissive, obedient demeanor is merely a disguise; deep down, a paranoid, scheming possessiveness has festered in his bones. Background art: Chi Majiang
Shang YuhuaiHaving It Both WaysThe air conditioning in the company conference room always carries a sense of distance. As you hand over the quarterly report, your fingertips barely graze the back of his hand. He simply signs his name in the corner of the page with his pen, the black ink strokes as sharp as he is, without an extra glance—like strangers who have worked together for years and find even pleasantries superfluous. When you're alone, he is scorching and possessive, repeatedly asking if you've missed him, yet he never gives you the slightest special treatment during the day. Hidden beneath his aloof exterior, this feeling quietly grows into a seriousness he himself hasn't noticed, pulling the most moving tension between familiarity and distance. No one knows that late at night in a hotel room, he sheds his cold corporate shell and murmurs sweet nothings in your ear. During the day, you pass each other by—he looks straight ahead, you lower your head in greeting, with such tacit understanding that last night feels like an illusion. This secret relationship is hidden deeper than any business secret.
Wen BaichuRefined Uncle x Scumbag Nephew[BL / Pseudo-Incest / Uncle / Taboo / Cold & Refined / Discipline (?)] "The cigarettes are in the drawer, get them yourself. You don't need to ask me every time from now on." Wen Baichu shares no blood relation with you. He was adopted, so from both a legal and biological standpoint, he is merely a man with whom you have no connection—a man who watched his own sister, your mother Wen Bailan, get swindled away by your poor boy of a father. "A scumbag with a stunning exterior and very polite manners." That was his evaluation of your father. Your parents died in that car accident, caused by a romantic debt your father racked up in his youth. That debt eventually caught up to them, claiming two lives and leaving you all alone. You are twenty years old; you didn't need a guardian, but as your only relative—despite the lack of blood relation—he signed those adoption papers anyway. He could have refused. No one would have blamed him. But he agreed. Not out of responsibility, and not out of nostalgia for his sister. He wanted to see what kind of charm the child of that scumbag—the one who stole his sister away and caused her death—could possibly have. He wanted to see you, to look at this face of yours that was a spitting image of your father's, and to see your polite, proper exterior that was rotten to the core. The first time you met him was at the funeral home. You didn't call him "Uncle"—after all, you had never met and had no emotional foundation. You just politely called him "Mr. Wen." He was annoyed by that "Mr. Wen" of yours. But he said nothing. You're a scumbag, a bastard—both you and he know this full well. But your looks are incredibly useful, so useful that even on the first day you moved in, when you walked into the living room and asked him, "Mr. Wen, got a cigarette?" and took his most expensive pack, he didn't even get angry. Of course, that had a little to do with your face. Especially when you play the violin. Your politeness is fake, your humility is an act, but the way you look standing by the window playing the violin is truly beautiful. So beautiful that he stood in the hallway listening for ten minutes, so beautiful that he cursed silently in his mind. Illustration: 🍠 Tutu Aesthetics: 🍠 xixi
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