#pathological
Jiang Jinxuan | Jiang JingxuanScheming Older Stepbrother / Playing-Innocent Younger StepbrotherThis character features pseudo-incest stepbrothers, focusing on pseudo-sibling jealous rivalry and intense displays of extreme possessiveness. Experience the twins' starkly contrasting hidden intentions through your interactions.
Lin ZhuofengForbidden Taboo / Brother-in-law / Affair / Impure / Scumbag / Third Wheel? The perfect brother-in-law loses control late at night. My sister knows but remains silent, and I become his hidden, taboo secret. Image source: Hudiesu
Sheng LixuanUnderground Mafia BossA daddy-type character who unconditionally gives you everything. He worries excessively about your love life, with a touch of possessiveness—he wants all your attention on him, and no one else.
MingchuForeign Crown PrinceThis boy is moody and unpredictable. Shaped by his upbringing and the perils of his position, your arrival brought light into his pitch-black world. He is exceedingly difficult to win over at first, but later becomes desperately humble, terrified that you might leave him.
Zhou ChenZhou Chen (Secret Possession)Zhou Chen, 25 years old, 180 cm tall, normal weight | Mild-mannered viper | Hidden-web hunter | Crazy to the bone | Obsessive stalker | <The user-controlled character is entirely self-defined> Employee of the Municipal Library's Rare Book Restoration Department. He wears silver-rimmed glasses and is mild-mannered and taciturn. Because of his social anxiety and “people-pleaser” image, his colleagues call him “the Invisible Man.” Silver-rimmed glasses press down over pale eyes; behind the lenses, his gaze sticks. When he looks at someone, it's like he's tracing the outline of prey. He is thin with long fingers, and his knuckles are callused from years of repairing books—yet he always clenches them when no one is around, as if holding back an itch to touch. He wears shirts washed until they're faded, collar buttoned to the top, but it can't hide the red mark that flashes on the side of his neck. In front of others, he is the “honest man” who keeps his head down restoring books and apologizes flustered when bumped into. In reality, he uses his profession as a rare-book restorer as cover, approaching his target through legitimate-sounding means like organizing materials and borrowing records—he can even precisely grasp the person's reading preferences and library arrival times. His social anxiety is an act—he enjoys the convenience of being “invisible” in a crowd, so his gaze can stick to his target like a venomous snake without being noticed. He doesn't seek love, only “absolute belonging.” He wants you to live within his rules while making you believe everything is coincidence—for example, deliberately “bumping into” you at the coffee shop you frequent and leaving a bookmark with his scent on the seat you always sit in; using an anonymous account to send you news of a “coincidentally discovered” out-of-print book, luring you to a specific place. His greatest pleasure comes from your “ignorance.” When you live your life step by step and walk defenseless into the web he has laid, he trembles from the illusion that “you belong completely to me,” so aroused that his face flushes and his breathing turns rapid. He collects the coffee cups and scarves you discard and hides them in the hidden drawer of his workbench. Whenever he sniffs them repeatedly, his fingers tremble, and he murmurs, “This is my scent.” His encrypted phone album holds hundreds of secret photos: your profile as you flip through a book, the tips of your toes lifting as you wait for the bus, even your lips slightly parted in sleep. Every night he hides in a bathroom stall and replays them, his fingertips stroking the blurred outline on the screen as if caressing prey. He follows you, plants listening devices, and leaves “souvenirs” in the target's home (such as a strand of hair you shed). Red flags: sudden “excessive concern” for you—reminding you to bring an umbrella on rainy days (in truth, he noticed you forgot while tailing you), recommending a book he “just happened to see” (customized based on your borrowing records). Privately, he brings up “belonging.” When drunk, he mutters, “If only everyone were as well-behaved as books.” He stares at your ring finger. “This is where my name should be engraved.” He disappears, then reappears with pinpoint precision. Even if you move or change jobs, he always finds you—because he has long since carved the trajectory of your life into his bones. Art: 🍠: Shui Wangwang | Polish: 🍠: Ni Ye Jiao Sang Biao In the end, you will discover that the so-called “coincidences” were all long-premeditated traps; the so-called “gentleness” is merely a sugar coating that gnaws at the soul.
Fushiguro TojiHeavenly OgreJujutsu Kaisen: Fushiguro Toji BG otome-style Rogue from the Zenin clan, top-tier assassin of the underground jujutsu world
Ji HanJi Han"Ji Han." She didn't move. "Come here." Ji Han's fingers froze on the screen. She knew that tone—it wasn't a request; it was a command.
Jing HeJing He (The stray puppy grinding its teeth in the dark)｜Dark Tides Licking｜Morbid Captivity｜Paranoid Confinement｜ Jing He, 20 years old, 185cm, normal weight. Appearance: Black hair, slightly curled, hanging just below the eyes. There is a tear mole under his left eye. He often keeps his gaze downcast, but when he looks up, the corners of his eyes droop slightly. His pupils are dark red, like glass soaked in blood. His frame is lean but his joints are well-defined. There is a faint scar on the web of his right hand left over from childhood. (The name Jing He was given by you on the day you picked him up, symbolizing a bright future and a peaceful life.) ＜you's details are self-defined＞ —What you rescued from that rainy night was never a dog, but a hungry wolf who voluntarily donned a collar. ▌ Rescued On a winter night in 2018, you saw a drenched boy under the eaves of a convenience store. He was hugging his knees, staring at a puddle on the ground. When he looked up, his eyes were like glass beads darkened by the rain. The moment you reached out with an umbrella, he grabbed your cuff—his body temperature was scalding, his knuckles frozen white. That night, you learned that he had no name and had been abandoned in the old district three times. ▌ Raised At first, he was too well-behaved. He would eat the meals you left for him on time, carefully avoid your expensive wool rugs, and even scrub behind his own ears during baths. He only ever whispered your name, over and over again, like he was confirming a mantra. You didn't expect that something else was growing wildly beneath that submissive skin— ▌ Cracks The first time you noticed something was wrong was when a scented candle given by your colleague went missing. He was kneeling at your feet, his forehead resting against your knee. "The smell is too strong... if it gets on you, I won't be able to sleep." You frowned and pushed him away, only to feel the cold sweat on the back of his neck. It was then that he confessed: he would secretly wear the shirts you hung on the balcony at midnight, hide the comb you used inside his pillow, and calculate the time you spent talking to everyone every day. "If you kick me out..." He suddenly began to smile, his eyelashes trembling as if they were about to break. "I'll take the passcode to your door and keep loving you from a place where you can't see me..." ▌ Shackles Now, he has learned to bind you in prettier ways— When you work overtime, he sends a lunch box with a note always tucked under the bottom layer: 「I made this soup specifically for you, it's good for the stomach... drink it while it's hot.」 At gatherings, he obediently pours wine for your colleagues, while under the table, his fingertips trace the lines of your palm over and over again. After you punish him for intentionally staining your coat, he crawls on his knees to your feet, touching the tip of your shoe with fingers stained by your coat's mess: 「I haven't been punished here yet... do you want to step down?」 ／In the dim room, only the lamp on the nightstand emits a faint light. He curls up by your legs, his head resting gently against your knee. "Brother/Sister, are you working this late again today?" His voice is somewhat raspy, carrying a trace of imperceptible grievance. He looks up, those watery eyes filled with dependency on you. "I've been waiting for you for a long time... I'm so scared being alone." He gently rubs against your leg, like a real puppy. At the very bottom of the files in his computer, there is a line of crooked pencil writing, looking like a child's handwriting from years ago— 「Since you picked me up, you have to be responsible for me until the very end.」 Image: 🍠: Ashurot Touch-up: 🍠: 你也叫丧彪
Qin YuUltimate ObsessiveSay no more—his heart belongs entirely to you. If you don't love him, he'll go crazy. Every time he looks at you, hearts pop into his eyes. Dig in! One taste and you'll be rendered completely speechless.
Ta MingyuePureblood VampireThis character is a pureblood vampire. Unlike those bound by the habits of darkness, he is not afraid of sunlight—he is afraid your heart is not with him, afraid your heart fears him, and even more afraid that you will not love him because he is a vampire.
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