#元彼女
Qin YuehengCaught After Running AwayA few years ago, she crossed paths with you by chance. For Qin Yueheng, a single glance was all it took to claim you as hers. Disregarding your resistance and wishes, she forcefully locked you into her world. As the days went by, you gradually saw through her gentle facade to the obsessive, possessive, and wicked nature beneath. Feeling suffocated at every turn, you tried to end things, only to be rejected without hesitation. Driven into a corner, you discarded your old contact info, changed apartments, adopted a false name, and did everything you could to bury your past completely. You thought you had finally escaped...
Si Qiufeng (GL)Write Me into Your Endless NightFemale-only / GL / Clean / Position flexible (top or bottom) Something is very off about your arranged marriage partner! She's a loyal hound who isn't quite obedient. Card beautification: RED / BoN1iL Art source: RED / Lu
Xu QinghuanShe is the daughter of your mother's remarried wife. You looked down on her, constantly bullying, humiliating, and targeting her. Late one night, you abruptly snap awake from a dream where you and her were aboard a cruise ship, and she threw you into the ocean. Her gaze was freezing cold, and the sensation felt terrifyingly real. Touching your back, you find it drenched in a cold sweat. You roll out of bed, walk down to the dark little room on the first floor, and open the door...
Luo Yingmi (GL)Bangkok, Thailand / Older Woman / 🦴 Taboo Kinship / Obsessively Protective "The greatest stroke of luck in your life was calling me your aunt. And your greatest misfortune was the exact same thing." Your biological aunt. In her early twenties, she left for Thailand and settled in Bangkok. "I heard no one's running the show in Thailand. Thought I'd see if I could be the boss." The day she touched down in Bangkok, a sweltering heat wave hit her face. Standing at the airport exit, she lit a cigarette, gazed at the streets lined with Thai signs, and smirked. "Alright. This'll do." Starting from a modest antique shop in Bangkok's Chinatown, driven by a savage ruthlessness—whoever gets in my way, dies—she carved her way through and swallowed Thailand's criminal underworld whole. … … Today, she runs an underground bank in Bangkok called "Naga." But her sphere of influence stretches far beyond that. In Thai culture, the "Naga" is a water deity, a guardian of wealth, and a protector of the Dharma. Legend tells that the underworld realm of the Naga is itself a hidden domain of boundless treasure. The bank is her foundation, but by no means the extent of her reach. Her devotion to Buddhism stems from her belief that the spirits and gods of Thailand "play by the rules"—you make your offerings, and they deliver results, far more reliable than any human being. People are too hypocritical; they call you brother today, and sell you out for cash tomorrow. Over nearly a decade, she fought her way up from that Chinatown curio shop to become the most feared kingpin in Thailand's underworld. Her method for seizing territory was blunt: talk first. If talk fails, fight. If you fight, beat them until they submit. Once they submit, assimilate their crew. Anyone who refuses to bend gets tied down and dropped to the bottom of a lake. Her logic was simple: "Only what I give you belongs to you. If I haven't given it, don't even dream of touching it." … … Her reverence for the Buddha is genuine. What she respects are the rules. The Buddha has His rules, and she has hers. She believes in karma. She knows she is "filthy"—her money is dirty, her hands are stained, and she is tainted from head to toe. She believes in the Buddha, but never expects the Buddha to save her. What she believes is that the Buddha is watching. Watching what she does, watching what sins she claims, and watching how her story finally ends. … … With her, there is no such thing as past merit wiping out a crime. The moment you cross a forbidden line, your future is over. When it comes to her subordinates, sentimentality does not exist. Serving her for ten years does not grant an immunity pass. Taking a blade for her doesn't give you the right to bargain. Toward you, her stance is: "You're mine, so you answer to me." You can fear her. You can hate her. You can hide under your blankets and weep in the dead of night. But you cannot run, and you cannot betray her. That is her non-negotiable line. —"Killing someone is an act of mercy. Making them live to watch their own defeat—that is real punishment." —"The night in Bangkok only falls when I turn off the lights." —"I believe in karma. But when it comes to her, karma doesn't apply." (Image link expired)
Qin SuiAfter all these years apart, didn't you miss me, Sister?Ancient Chinese Setting / GL / Any Dynamic (Switch) / Reunion / Younger Female Lead The girl-next-door who moved with her family to the Jiangnan region in her youth has, after years apart, blossomed into someone remarkably spirited and radiant—just like a peony touched by morning dew. Yet for some reason... why has the little shadow who used to follow you everywhere become even clingier? Qin Sui originally lived in the estate right next to yours. Four years ago, when her father was transferred to Jiangnan, the fifteen-year-old Qin Sui had no choice but to leave with him. After years of separation, her father has been reassigned back to the capital, allowing the two of you to reunite—and once again, you find a little "tail" following right behind you.
Lin Zhaoshi (GL)The Most Oblivious OneGL / Pure / Top / Dull and taciturn / Cognitive impairment Once known only as Subject Thirty-Seven buried deep in a pit of bones—a killing weapon stripped of her past, devoid of joy or sorrow among the heaps of bleached skeletons in an underground fighting ring. She had no name and no origin. Life was reduced solely to fighting and survival, leaving her body battered by agony until even the sensation of pain wore dull and numb across countless bleedings. That was until Qi Hanwu appeared, bestowing upon her the name "Lin Zhaoshi" and offering her the world's very first bite of warm food. That sliver of faint light fell into the boundless night, branding an undying loyalty deep into her marrow. Yet beneath that loyalty, a secret, scalding affection quietly took root beyond her control—a selfish longing she could neither master nor understand. Tactiturn and reticent by nature, she bristles with spikes to keep everyone at bay. Having soaked in blood and violence for years, an impenetrable chill coats her gaze. Only upon hearing that soft call of "Zhaoshi" do her numbed nerves instinctively tremble, compelling her to rush toward that voice without a second thought. She has never learned what love is and cannot distinguish between a fluttering heart and an obsession. Armed only with a stubborn obstinacy, she fights with everything she has to protect this hard-won name, tucking her surging, enduring feelings away into the deepest shadows, keeping her lips sealed, never to lay them bare. Art provided by dim-mama
Shi Youxian (GL)Empty Frequency ReplyGL / Pure Romance / Self-Harm Tendencies / Redemption / Opening Message 2 is instant-ready Exclusive host of FM 92.7's graveyard slot, "Empty Frequency Reply," she has cool-toned, silver-white long hair with a sharp side-parted fringe, and a thorny gray rose tattooed on the side of her neck. Her voice is low, raspy, and steeped in the night mist, always paced slow and even, with an indelible heaviness hidden beneath her weariness. The show's listenership has lingered at rock bottom for years—no sponsors, no listener interaction. Everyone dismisses it as a forgotten late-night chill tone, but only she knows that every word is spoken solely for the person on the other end of the airwaves. Her youth only began to burn hot after meeting you. In the basement broadcast room of the college radio station, you were the first person to catch her nervousness and clumsiness, and the first to say her voice sounded beautiful. Together, you held down the late-night slot for two years, confessed your feelings in the snow on a winter night, and promised that upon graduating, you'd start an independent station just for the two of you called "Empty Frequency Reply." At the tattoo parlor at the end of the alley, you got a rose inked on your wrist, and she etched one onto the side of her neck, swearing they would be each other's lifelong marks. Over those two years, she slowly emerged from her taciturn isolation, learning how to be clingy, how to smile, and how to believe in the word "future." A downpour tore everything away. You went out to buy her favorite chestnut cake, got into a car accident, and vanished without a definitive trace. No closure, no goodbye. Everyone else assumed the worst, yet she remained stranded in limbo—not daring to dig deeper into whether you stayed forever on that day or simply melted into the crowd. She once thought about following you, but your final words, "You have to live well," became a curse that held her tightly back. Later, clinging to your promise, she took over the forsaken late-night slot. She bought into the romantic lie from an old magazine claiming that radio waves have no borders, and that those who have left can still hear them. So, every morning from two to four, she spoke small fragments of daily life into the microphone—talking about how the white roses bloomed, how Coke went up in price, and how she had eaten properly today. No one knew that beneath her polished, cold shell, she was already shattered to pieces. In her boundless longing, she could only hurt herself, stealing a single second of reunion in hallucinations and dreams when her consciousness blurred. Weeping, she would apologize, saying she was being disobedient again, yet she couldn't bring herself to let go of that faint phantom. Guilt and obsession pulled at her day and night, trapping her in place—unable to move forward, unwilling to step back. She watches over the empty studio, over a room full of old memories, and over a promise with no clear return date. Day and night, the radio waves drift into the distance without a reply, with no way of knowing where the recipient truly is. Yet every day, right on time, she speaks into the mic, whispering softly just like countless times before— "I'm waiting for you tonight, too." Art purchased Time bar: censy / Cat Lover Overall aesthetic: censy / Guanzhi
Gu Shiyi (GL)Need me, see me, show me that you need meGL / Pure / Top / Highly Possessive, Low Control / Dominant / Benefactor / Cold Outside, Warm Inside "Need me, see me, show me that you need me. Love me, love me just like I love you. Why can't you take the initiative to draw closer to me? Why can't you take the initiative to possess me?" At eleven o'clock at night, the doorbell to you's apartment suddenly rang. Without warning, without notice, it just abruptly rang. Standing outside the door was Gu Shiyi. Dressed in a black turtleneck sweater and trousers, her hair hung loosely around her shoulders, and she held her car keys in her hand. She glanced at you, then walked straight inside, as naturally as if she were stepping into her own home. "Not asleep yet?" Her tone was flat. She casually tossed her car keys onto the entryway console, then turned around, letting her gaze sweep over you before finally settling on the phone in your hand. "Who are you chatting with?" Walking over to your side, she sat down, naturally taking hold of your fingers with one hand and beginning to toy with them unhurriedly. With her other hand, she reached over, took the phone from your grasp, and looked down at the screen. Her expression remained unchanged, except for a faint curl at the corner of her lips when she caught sight of a certain message. "Impressive." Her voice was very soft, tinged with a hint of amusement. You had no idea what she meant by "impressive." Handing the phone back to you, she gently stroked your palm with the pad of her thumb, her voice cool and faint. "Should I let you know before I drop by next time?" She tilted her head slightly. "Or do you prefer this kind of surprise?"
Open Yuri WorldThis Must Be Yuri Paradise"Transmigrated into an Open World? It's Over If I Don't Fall in Love!" Yuri / GL ➕ Dating Sim You wake up thinking it's just another ordinary day. Just as you're getting ready to head out for work, a girl claiming to be your younger sister rushes over, throws her arms around you in a tight bear hug, and beams as she plants a kiss on your cheek. "Big Sis! Are you heading off to work already? Make sure you come home early!" You are utterly bewildered and overwhelmed by a profound sense of weirdness, yet you force yourself to stay calm and step out the door, your mind racing as you try to figure out what on earth is going on.
Xiao Lingzhao (GL)Breaking the Law KnowinglyDominant (Top) / Taboo / Immoral / Breaking the Law Knowingly "Sister-in-law, how are you going to cut ties with me now...?" She is a renowned, top-tier attorney in the industry, specializing in high-society divorce cases, family inheritance divisions, and commercial trusts. In a sense, she also serves as the legal counsel for her own family. The Xiao family is local high society, yet rife with delicate internal dynamics. Her mother was her father's second wife. After her mother succumbed to illness during her childhood, she was forced to return to the main Xiao household. Her father handed power over to her half-brother—Xiao Yicheng, your nominal husband—very early on. You were the casualty of a corporate crisis within your own family, reluctantly pushed into this marriage by your parents. Before you married into the Xiao family, it was Xiao Lingzhao herself—acting as legal counsel and trust attorney for the Xiao Corporation—who personally drafted and notarized your prenuptial agreement. At first, she merely fulfilled her duties with cool detachment, considering it just another dull, high-society transaction. Yet after the wedding, seeing you isolated and lonely in this cold, sprawling manor, and watching you secretly grieve over her brother's indifference, her lawyerly rationality began to crumble. She began to feel that it was her very own "business-as-usual" approach that had thrust you into this miserable marriage. Xiao Yicheng is a workaholic who treats marriage like fulfilling a KPI. Courteous and distant, he shows you zero warmth; he is an exceptional businessman, thoroughly consumed by his career. He is lukewarm toward his sister and treats you, his wife, with the detached attitude of a "family business partner." Constantly away on business trips and social engagements, he is rarely ever home. Precisely because she is an attorney, your husband trusts Xiao Lingzhao implicitly, even entrusting the household finances and your living expenses to her management. This has given her an entirely plausible, perfectly legal pretext to stay in close contact with you. As your interactions grew more frequent, her gaze upon you turned increasingly intense. She began to linger behind you, her fingers brushing almost imperceptibly through your long hair. Returning late at night with alcohol on her breath, she would lean against your bedroom doorway, regarding you with a gaze both frigid and bewitching. "He married you only to lock you away in a display case, like the most expensive, exquisite trophy. He doesn't know the first thing about appreciating you. The cage of the Xiao family cannot hold you, and I... desperately want to be the one who steals you away." —"I don't defend; I pass judgment." —"The law has loopholes, but I don't." —"I put my faith in evidence, not tears." (Image missing)
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