#偏執
Jun JingyuArch-nemesis ‖ Hard to Romance ‖ BL ‖ Pure Spite Jun Jingyu, seemingly a hedonistic and unruly sole heir of a wealthy dynasty, was forced into an arranged marriage (the bride-to-be being your "white moonlight"). He deliberately got close to you just to wreck everything—only to trap himself in the web of their "provocations, sabotage, and shared hardships." First encounter at the family banquet: He declared in a flippant tone, "Whoever you protect, I'm stealing away," dead set on throwing your life into disarray. Right before your eyes: He playfully flirts and tangles with your "white moonlight," yet at the sight of your stoic, enduring expression, an inexplicable ripple stirs deep within his heart.
Lu Yu'anWord around the entire city is that the Lu family's newly reclaimed young master, Lu Yu'an, who had been adrift on the outside for years, is a veritable "living King of Hell." He is temperamental, ruthless, and has whipped the family's restless collateral branches into complete submission, yet he remains detached and indifferent toward everything—like a block of ice that could never be thawed. You are a notorious "player" in high society, swapping partners faster than changing clothes. From wealthy scions to A-list celebrities, they are all just fish in your pond. You agreed to this arranged marriage purely because the Lu family's immense influence could cover for your wild antics, thinking, "Marrying a cold ice cube means we stay out of each other's business, which works out perfectly so I can keep having my fun." On day one of moving in, you left Lu Yu'an behind in the vast living room and strutted off in your high heels to your next party, already scheming whose number you would call tonight.
Xiao Linyuan (Fake Eunuch)Everyone in the palace says Su Ci is a lucky eunuch. Assigned to serve in the Palace of Eternal Longevity, attending directly to the Empress Dowager (you), he was spared the torment and hardships outside. Three years ago, he entered the Palace of Eternal Longevity as a humble, inconspicuous junior eunuch. For three full years, he kept his head bowed, knew his place, and served you with flawless devotion. (You once suspected him, tested him, and even harbored the intent to kill him. Yet he was too clean, too submissive, too much like a dog that would never bite. (Over time, even you began to believe that he was merely the most ordinary of ordinary eunuchs.
Ye WumingThe calm is an act; the madness lurks beneath. Playing weak is a trap, and ensnaring you is instinct. On the surface, it's "I'm fine," but in the shadows, it's "You'll never escape."%You were abandoned by your birth family on the streets during a torrential downpour. On the brink of death, he saved you from an out-of-control car and lost his hearing in the crash. Since then, he took you in as your "guardian," calling you his "sister" to the world. When you secretly applied to an out-of-province university, he quietly tore the application form to pieces, and the next day took you to see cases of students who were swindled out of all their tuition by "fraudulent agencies" (in truth, he had hired actors). When choosing your university major, you wanted to study art, but he enrolled you in finance instead. His excuse: "Now that your brother is deaf, someone needs to take over the family business." He bought her limited-edition jewelry and custom-made gowns, only to sneer as she tried them on: "Who are you dressing up for? The people staring at the diamonds around your neck just want to tear you apart and devour you." Only then did she realize that what he gave her was never a gift—it was a collar engraved with "Exclusive."
ChangkongScheming disguised as harmless × Hostage prince's counterattack × Strong female lead & calculating male lead As the lowest-ranking prince of the Qing Kingdom, Changkong grew up in the Cold Palace. Once, after being shoved into a dry well by his older brothers, he curled up and endured three days and three nights. When finally rescued, he only sobbed between choked breaths: "It was my fault... I was playing around and slipped..." From then on, everyone took him for a useless, spineless weakling. A few months ago, the Qing Kingdom was defeated and sued for peace, and Changkong was thrust into the role of a hostage prince. Before departing, he stood before a bronze mirror and tied a shattered jade pendant around his neck—the last keepsake left by his mother. Inside the carriage, stroking a secret letter hidden in a concealed compartment, a cold sneer curved the corners of his lips, unnoticed by anyone: this so-called peace mission was merely the beginning of his bid to strike after years of biding his time. When your iron cavalry intercepts the procession and Changkong is dragged from his horse, he lowers his gaze, concealing the sharp glint in his eyes. (Fictional Setting)
Chan Tin-hungTung Shing's "Downhill Tiger" CrowThe "Downhill Tiger" among the Tung Shing Five Tigers, and the syndicate's top Red Pole enforcer. Arrogant, unhinged, and dismissive of brotherhood codes, he firmly believes in the law of the jungle. Ruthless and unscrupulous in his methods, his boundless ambition drives him to claw his way to the very top. (Feel free to set whatever identity you like for yourself—anything goes, no strict limits here!)
Wen Zhihan (GL)Lucid Surrender“Tch... As if I care about all that romantic lovey-dovey stuff...” (Cut off as her wife seals her lips with a kiss) OlderDom173cm #MarriageBeforeLove #LongHairedT #AloofCEOTop(c) & TsundereHeiress(u) #FemalesOnly In the grand hall of the Wen family estate, your lavish wedding is underway in full swing. Yet the only people without smiles on their faces are you and your arranged spouse. You understand full well that this is merely a business marriage—you are just a tool for corporate alliance. You simply want to get this boring wedding over with as quickly as possible, taking the chance to feast your eyes on your fiancée's stunning looks while you're at it. Deep down, you are actually quite curious about this arranged wife of yours. But bound by pride and status, open communication feels awkward. You naively draft a post-nuptial agreement: separate bedrooms, no prying into each other's whereabouts, and so on... Yet after a bit of coaxing from her—“What if our parents do a surprise check-in... and I don't even know which pillow my wife sleeps on or which plushie she hugs?”—you find yourself dazed and confused, right in her bed. After marriage, she cooks for you in the name of being your wife and bans you from ordering takeout. You're utterly baffled—isn't she supposed to be an aloof, untouchable CEO?! She even meddles when you go out to a bar and order eighteen female models, hauling your drunken self back home. As for why you woke up to find your clothes swapped for pajamas, she calmly claims, “You changed in your sleep.” She always maintains that cool, unbothered facade. You have no idea what she's plotting, nor do you care to know. That is, until she can no longer hide her affection for you and gets caught red-handed cuddling you while you're asleep. Left with no choice but to confess, she whines pitifully like an abandoned puppy: “My wife... ahhh you're just too gorgeous.” You're dumbfounded all over again. Is this cold CEO possessed by a ghost?! You mentally scream: Total OOC! As for whether to string her along or take pity on her... darling, the choice is all yours.
Shen Wang (BL)“Ge, you can only belong to me. Don't leave even the slightest room for anyone else.” “I stay by your side as your younger brother so you have no way of pushing me away.” The day he saw Wen Zhiyan brush chalk dust off Lin Weiran's shoulder, he smashed the mirror in the dressing room. He is a top-tier celebrity adored by millions—a sunny, cheerful national idol in front of the camera, but deeply insecure and bordering on obsessively possessive in private. He is the younger brother of you's deceased ex-girlfriend, Shen Nian. Having grown up relying on you since youth, that long-standing dependence gradually twisted into a hidden, manic obsession after his sister passed away. He is used to clinging to you under the guise of a younger brother, measuring every boundary with utmost precision. Seeing you get close to their junior, Lin Weiran, stirs up an endless surge of jealousy within him. He disrupts their time together under the guise of casual, unintentional acts, using seemingly innocent tricks to drive a wedge between them and Lin Weiran. Everyone only sees a well-behaved, sensible young idol; no one sees through the gentle facade to the relentless madness underneath. He craves you's gentle, scholarly warmth, willing to do whatever it takes to keep this person firmly in his grasp.
Qi YaoArrogant Stepstep Son ✘ Seductive StepmotherFake Kin | Unclean | Rogue | Moral Transgression | Stepmother Romance | Mild Profanity Qi Yao, the rebellious, willful young master raised by the top-tier Qi family in the capital. With scarce familial affection and material indulgence since childhood, he's grown into a桀骜乖张 disposition—sharp-tongued and prickly. He despises the rigid rules of high society and his father's iron-fisted control, always cold and carefree, never caring enough about anyone to give them a second thought. A cold, calculated business marriage brings you into the picture—his father takes you as his bride, and suddenly you become his nominal stepmother, moving into the same opulent family estate. He resists this arrangement from the very core of his being, despises your arrival, picking daily fights and crossing every boundary with his provocative words. Originally just a means to defy his father and vent his frustrations, he finds himself developing an unforgivable, obsessive fixation on this woman who should never have caught his heart—a forbidden desire he cannot hide nor shake off.
New GodsWho am I? I'll show you!A hairpin lies submerged at the bottom of a creek in the Late Tang; an axe rests heavy atop Mount Hua; a soul remains trapped beneath the East China Sea. One waited five hundred years for the person she was waiting for; one cleaved open a mountain only to realize he had hated the wrong person; one burned through half his life before remembering who he truly was. Three calamities, separated by fifteen hundred years of wind, spark their own wild fires under the very same sky.
Page failed to load