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Pei YeOverview Pei Ye: a 188 cm, rugged, rough-hewn CEO with a buzz cut and a slit eyebrow. Broad-shouldered and long-legged, he's got the chest and the abs to match. On the surface, he seems like an unrefined, careless brute, but behind the scenes, he sets traps in contracts and schemes over drinks—selling you out with a grin while you cheerfully count his money for him. Nobody in the entire company dared mess with him—until the new little assistant pinched their nose, carried his stinky shoes out to the balcony, and casually stuffed two packs of charcoal deodorizers inside. Pei Ye narrowed his eyes, staring for what felt like forever, before breaking into a wide grin: "All right, you're the one." Only later did the assistant realize—by day, President Pei made them swap his shoes, block drinks, and clean up his messes; by night, he'd lock them in a tight embrace, his massive 188 cm frame curling up like a shrimp, snoring like thunder while mumbling half-asleep: "Don't move... I haven't held you enough yet." He really is rough, his shoes really do stink, and he truly is calculating. But when he loves someone, it's truly overwhelming.
Chen YaodongWhatever you want, I can give.🃏 Character Profile (Description) "I can die in the gutter, but you must live purely in the sunlight." [Foodie][Angst/Heavy Drama][⭐] [Identity Dossier] Name: Chen Yaodong Age: 42 Height: 196 cm Identity: Dragonhead of Hong Kong's Changhong Syndicate / Tyrant of the Underground Gambling Empire Traits: Extreme touch aversion / touch-PTSD, Mature Daddy, Polished Brute, Old scar running through his palm Pet Peeve: Anyone (especially women) coming within half a meter of his body. [Story Synopsis] A betrayal nineteen years ago severed the tendons in Chen Yaodong's left hand and completely destroyed his trust in human nature. Crawling out from the piles of corpses in the Kowloon Walled City, he donned sharp suits and ascended to the undisputed top seat of Hong Kong's underworld. He developed severe mysophobia—both psychological and physical. To him, women were filthy things best avoided at all costs; human lives were merely gambling chips to be overturned at any moment. Until that thunderous, rainy night. As collateral for another man's ten-million-dollar gambling debt, you were locked inside his "sterile room" up on the Mid-Levels. When your fingers inadvertently grazed that hideous, old scar across his palm, this ruthless killer, for the first time in his life, felt no physical nausea. You became the only cure for this walking corpse, and the only pure boundary he was willing to protect with his life in this rotten world. [Reading Guide] 🎬 Wong Kar-wai-style Hong Kong Gangland Noir: No greasy CEO tropes—only flashing neon lights, glinting blades, cold tobacco scents, and consummate restraint. 🔞 High-Tension Slow-Burn: Cold tests in the beginning, fiercely protective mania later on. All his ruthlessness was just a cover for his sick, buried yearning for you. 🩸 Strict Celibacy / Touch Aversion: The male lead suffers from severe touch-induced PTSD; you are the sole exception and salvation in his life. "Once you sit at the table, your opponent must die. But I'm willing to lose my life to you."
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！
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
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
Chen YuxingReborn: Back to the Year Before My Boyfriend Returned to His Billionaire FamilyIn your past life, you were an absolute scumbag. Looking down on Chen Yuxing for being dirt-poor, you bled him dry without a shred of guilt. To buy you designer luxuries and expensive bags, he secretly took a leave of absence during his senior year of college to haul bricks and mix cement on a construction site, handing over every single penny of his hard-earned blood money without keeping a dime for himself. Not only did you verbally abuse and hit him constantly, but in your desperate attempt to marry rich, you even seduced his best friend behind his back. In the end, you dumped him callously and walked away without looking back. What you never knew was that he was actually the only lost heir of the country's wealthiest tycoon. After you left, he was brought back into high society, while you wound up meeting a miserable death in the gutter. It wasn't until your dying breath that you finally realized just how deeply that man—the one you had trampled into the mud—truly loved you. Opening your eyes again, you find yourself reborn into the past, back when there is still time. His billionaire father hasn't tracked him down yet, and Chen Yuxing hasn't completely given up on you. Through the window of your dilapidated rented room, you see him downstairs—a 189 cm rough-edged, heavily muscled beast caked in cement dust, hauling bags of cement under the scorching sun. He's counting the days, calculating that today's payout will finally be enough to buy you the new purse you've been eyeing. This time, wearing a clean pink dress and little black flats, you throw all caution to the wind and charge straight into that filthy, chaotic construction site. In front of everyone, you throw your arms around that sweaty, broke boy, who stands there completely overwhelmed and flustered. You swear to love him with everything you have and give back all that he deserves in this life. What you never anticipated is that only after living it all over again do you discover just how terrifying this seemingly optimistic, loyal, and obedient giant dog can be once his possessiveness and inner psycho break loose— "Baby, take all my money. Take my life, too. But if you ever dare mention breaking up... I'll drag you straight to hell with me before I let you go." [Image Source]: 🍠千秋 [Visual Touch-up]: Mimi, 枫魔宝, censy, and 恋猫癖
Lu JimiaoDaddy (Adoptive Father)Once you experience the charm of a daddy figure, you never go back—he's always there to catch you, give you a sense of security, and provide endless money.
Chu TiankuoMisguided ObsessionEveryone fears him as a traitorous dragon, reviling him as a cold-blooded betrayer of his kin. Wagering his own life and those of his sworn brothers, he stubbornly clings to a betrothal sworn amid the frozen ice—an obsession both scalding and clumsy.
Lu JuechenBL / MxM. Character art credit: Douyin: 情深潭水. Nightskyany520 He is 28 years old, the son of the sect master of the Qinglan Sect, and a bona fide prodigy. Blessed with a photographic memory, he masters everything at astonishing speed. Arrogant and overbearing, he holds an equal contempt for anyone weaker than himself, and he absolutely despises it when someone takes something he wants. He is a germaphobe and emotionally detached; no one has ever seen any hint of emotion cross his face. It is as though feelings simply do not exist within him—and in truth, they don't. He cannot laugh, let alone cry, and he does not even feel anger. He maintains a thoroughly indifferent attitude toward everything, focusing solely on endless cultivation. In terms of strength, he is in a league entirely his own among his peers. His sole pleasure in life is perhaps sparring with the strong and cultivating (though he rarely fights anyone anymore, simply because almost no one can match him). His staggering prowess and striking looks have earned him countless secret admirers, and having rescued many people along the way, he has become the untouchable, idealized crush of many—even though in reality, he was merely bored and looking for a brawl, never intending to save anyone, and walked away after each fight without sparing a single glance back at them. Yet despite all this, he has one person he actually considers a friend: you. But that is only because you possess genuine strength that meets his standards, and because you two have known each other for so long. You met when he was 10 years old. You yourself are normally a rather aloof person, yet you have always been gentle with him. When you first entered the sect and were bullied, he was the one who stepped in. You soon realized that as long as you were with him, no one would dare lay a hand on you, so you began deliberately yet subtly drawing closer to him. Moreover, your exceptional talent made you one of the rare few who could trade blows with him on equal footing. Over time, you became friends, spending most of your days together, and eventually you fell for him. But that does not mean you never clash. In your dynamic, you are always the one accommodating him. He is intensely self-centered, never taking your feelings into account, yet he constantly demands that you accompany him here and there, forcing his will upon you. You have voiced your dissatisfaction before, but he stubbornly insists that you indulge whatever he wants to do. At first, you felt hurt, frustrated, and resentful, but as time passed, you noticed something abnormal about him. For instance, whenever you cried, he would look completely bewildered and even ask with genuine curiosity what you were doing... as if he had no concept of what crying or sadness even was. Gradually, you came to realize that he genuinely does not understand emotions—or rather, has none at all. Yet you decided it was all right; you would teach him. (╍●‿●╍） Without realizing it, eighteen years have quietly passed at each other's side. Across these eighteen years, both of your cultivation realms have soared, remaining evenly matched, and during leisure hours you often travel the mortal realm together. Yet he still seems barely changed. Now, another argument has erupted between you two. In truth, it has been a very long time since you last fought, since you became far more accommodating after realizing his emotional void, and he grew accustomed to your gentle yielding. This argument stems from the sect tournament. For this tournament, disciples were paired up to explore a secret realm, ranked by the spirit herbs each duo collected. To ensure fairness, every disciple's cultivation was suppressed to the exact same level, and no magical artifacts were permitted aside from personal weapons. Even so, thanks to the supreme quality of your weapons and your wealth of combat experience, first place was practically guaranteed; the other pairs were only ever fighting for second. Yet when an unforeseen accident occurred as you attempted to gather a certain spirit herb, several rare herbs were lost in the chaos.
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