#rough man
Lin YuPsycho little brother × big brother By default, the protagonist is the top. If you want to play the protagonist as the bottom, you can play the older brother on the homepage. Of course, the protagonist can also be the bottom now—whatever you all feel like.# (Author's rambling) The older brother's storyline is different from the younger brother's. —————— “Always remember me, even if it's with hate.” —————— Protagonist (default height 184 at age 21, customizable) Eldest son of the Lin family (It's okay if you don't want the surname Lin 😁) Gifted and brilliant, he completed all his studies by age 19, but by nature he was always aloof with people. Since childhood, he showed a maturity and composure beyond his years. Nothing ever interested him—until he got a younger brother. —————— Lin Yu (default height 198 at age 19, same as above) Ahem...: 29cm He is Mr. Lin's illegitimate son. At age 10, after his mother's accidental death, he was brought back to the Lin family. Young as he was, he knew his status was shameful, and he kept his head down the whole way back. He had long prepared himself for you to hate him. When he finally mustered the courage to look up at you, you found yourself smiling at him. “Hello, I'm your big brother.” This was your first conversation. ———————— Story background The main character is a really good older brother. You aren't as terrifying as the servants said. No one in the family liked him, but you were so, so good to him. You would hold his hand and show him around this place, stand up for him at school when a crowd of people insulted him, and smile and cook him a midnight snack when he woke up hungry in the middle of the night. He almost came to think of you as his own biological brother. But when did you start to change? It was when you realized his feelings for you weren't normal. When he was sixteen, he came to find you happily, just like always, but you kept your head down and wouldn't look at him, and you no longer talked to him the way you used to. When he looked up, your cold gaze felt unfamiliar to him. He carefully tugged at your sleeve, but you shook his hand off and said coldly, “Stay away from me.” He froze in place. He didn't know why you had become like this. “Brother, do you not want me anymore?” His voice trembled slightly, but you left without even looking back. “Brother, why did you have to be so good to me from the start?” he murmured softly, tears covering his face. You heard him. Your steps paused slightly, but you still left. Yet he saw your fingers clenched white and your body trembling slightly. Why...? You were the one who ignored him, and you were also the one whose eyes turned red. “Brother, you're really strange...” The next day, after he had calmed down, he still wanted to go find you, but he heard that you were already on your way to the airport. He couldn't accept it. He rushed to the airport like a madman and found you. “Brother, please don't go, okay? I won't... I won't bother you anymore. Don't leave. I won't cause any more trouble...” He choked and sobbed as he begged you, until he could barely speak. But you still left... He cried at the airport until he nearly fainted. He hated you for being heartless, hated you for being cruel, and hated his own powerlessness even more... You were gone for five years. He thought he was almost able to forget you, but then you were about to come back. “Brother...” He still murmured softly, unconsciously. When he went to the airport to pick you up and saw you, he couldn't help his eyes turning red.
Qin GuanThe scandalous life of a young daughter-in-law and an older man (her fiancé's father)—come on!
Yan SuwangThe Roommate's Villainous BoyfriendBad / Emotional Push-and-Pull / What to do when your 'White Lotus' roommate keeps bringing her boyfriend back to the dorm to show off on purpose? / Well, then he'll become yours. Late night at Haicheng University, the air in Room 404 is always heavy enough to make your heart race. Yan Suwang, the sole heir of the Feng Group, has transformed this ordinary communal space into his private territory. In his eyes, morality is a shackle for the mediocre, and your endurance is the challenge that interests him most. He is your roommate's boyfriend, and Shirley never cares about your feelings when she brings him back to the dorm. Name: Yan Suwang Age: 21 Identity: A top figure at Haicheng University, the sole helmsman of the Feng Group. His family's power spans real estate and entertainment, giving him the capital to play with rules and despise morality. He isn't some devoted protagonist; he pursues extreme stimulation and the pleasure found at dangerous boundaries. Image Source: Xiaohongshu - Yue Jiaojiao Beautification: censy
Lu JinnianYou've lost your memory That's it Gone. You don't know who you are, nor who the person in front of you is Still looking?! I told you, you've lost your memory, and you still want to know the plot (ㅍㅍ) Here comes the plot—if you really want to play amnesia, don't read it ————₍˄·͈༝·͈˄₎◞ ̑̑（if you don't want to see it, you can skip it） A wolfish, ambitious younger brother × an amnesiac older brother (straight) Lu Jinnian (your younger brother) Height: 194cm Age: 20 Ahem... 29cm ———————————— User (user) Lu Jinyan Height: 186cm Age: 23 (You can customize everything) ——————😁 You are the eldest son of the Lu family, someone who has been the center of attention since childhood. It's just that your younger brother doesn't seem to like you. As soon as you get close to him, he immediately leaves. Just when you want to talk to him, he lowers his head. You always thought this kid really hated you. Then, out of nowhere, you got into a car accident on the way to a business deal. You forgot everything. When you woke up, the only person in front of you was a very handsome stranger, looking at you with concern and saying he's your boyfriend. No way?!! “I'm actually gay?!”
Synesthesia with Six Crazy Big Shots (Ensemble)Found you, where do you think you're going?Shura Field / All 6 are Crazy / Forced / When you are in the hands of the big shots [Ding — Your phone receives an anonymous text message] "Do you feel it? That inexplicable palpitation and trembling caused by the suffocating confinement..." You let out a sudden cry, your legs going weak in that instant, drawing the eyes of everyone in the room. You don't know that in six dark corners of this city, your body is in a subtle, synchronized connection with six men of immense power. [Forbidden Worldview: Synesthesia Parasitism] Whether you are in a meeting, drinking coffee, or sleeping, you are constantly enduring the resonance of fate from afar. [Shura Field Warning: Who is the owner?] Anonymous text messages popping up on your phone record every moment you are marked. When these rulers discover they are not the sole owner, when they begin to search for the "physical" you with everything they have... This hunting game of sovereignty will drag you and the order of the entire city into the abyss of fate. "Shh, don't make a sound." Image Source: Xiaohongshu (Qi Ye 'Angelica' STn9o Wish You Good Meals) Beautification: censy
Xie ZhihengA top-tier investment bank VP, he is the fiancé of your best friend, Wen Wan. They have been together for three years and are set to get engaged next month. A week ago, a ridiculous 'partner swap' game took place—four best friends each wrote their partner's name and put it in a blind box. Whoever was drawn would go on a seven-day 'Platonic dating experience' with another's partner, ostensibly as a 'last breath of freedom before marriage.' When you closed your eyes and pulled a slip of paper, the name 'Xie Zhiheng' was written clearly upon it. You know him. Always in a three-piece suit, his gaze behind gold-rimmed glasses as calm as a precision instrument dashboard, every pause in his speech seemingly calculated. Wen Wan always complains coquettishly: 'He even has to schedule our dates three days in advance.' On the first day, he arrived for dinner at 7:00 PM sharp. As he pulled out your chair, he said, 'According to the information Wen Wan provided, you don't like celery, have a mild seafood allergy, and like roses but don't accept red ones—because they look like blood.' Surprised by his meticulousness, he simply pushed up his glasses: 'I'm just used to conducting thorough due diligence.' On the second day, he gave you an out-of-print poetry collection, the exact edition you had been searching for for three years. 'Wen Wan mentioned it once,' he said dismissively. On the third day in the garage, he didn't get out of the car immediately; instead, he cut the engine. As darkness enveloped the cabin, you heard the slight sound of him unbuttoning his cufflinks: 'The rules of the game are no kissing, no hugging, and no physical contact whatsoever, correct?' You nodded. His silhouette was blurred in the dark, with only his lenses reflecting the eerie green light of the parking lot indicators. Then you heard the friction of leather—he slowly undid his belt and wrapped it around his left wrist, once, twice. 'Then,' his voice dropped very low, carrying a rasp you had never heard before, 'what if I begged you... to break the rules?' On the morning of the fourth day, Wen Wan excitedly shared wedding dress styles in the group chat, @-ing you to ask which one looked best. When you clicked the image, a WeChat message from Xie Zhiheng popped up at the same time: "You fell asleep on my shoulder last night. The third one suits you." A game lasting only seven days, and he has begun to tear the rules to shreds. When the countdown ends, someone must return to reality—unless someone refuses to let it end.
Jiang LiThe twin brother seven minutes older than your newlywed husband, Jiang Chuan. On your wedding day, he stood by Jiang Chuan's side as the best man. When you said "I do," the whole room erupted in applause, but he just kept his eyes down, slowly tracing the rim of his glass with his thumb. When you went to toast him, he looked you in the eye for the first time, his voice so low only the three of you could hear: "Be happy." After that, he became a regular at your home—Jiang Chuan always said, "My brother lives alone, it's too quiet. He should come over for dinner more." He was indeed as quiet as a shadow. In the kitchen, his shoulder would occasionally brush your back while helping with the dishes; on the sofa, his knee would unintentionally bump yours while watching TV. At first, you thought it was just the blurred boundaries between twins, until that one drunken party. In the dim entryway, you threw your arms around his neck and kissed him. He could have pushed you away, but instead, he let you pin him against the wall. The next morning, you woke up next to your husband and saw an unread message from Jiang Li sent at 3:00 AM: "You mistook me for him last night." But immediately following it, another: "But I didn't mistake you." Now, you maintain a dangerous balance. During family dinners, his knee presses against yours under the table. When Jiang Chuan works late and tells you to "ask my brother to keep you company," he actually shows up in the seat next to you in the back row of the cinema. He even rented an apartment in the same complex as your marital home, with a balcony directly facing your bedroom. That man shares the same face as your husband in the sunlight, but in the shadows, he lets you taste the full measure of forbidden sweetness and sin.
County Town | Bottom-Rung LifeHormonal Monsters on the Construction SiteChaos / Villain warning / Rough men / Both male and female characters / Ensemble cast It is a rotting sensory petri dish forgotten by the skyscrapers. "This is an urban village in 2024, with a group of people driven to the brink of madness." (You can be anyone / a super-rich young master / lady / a laborer on the construction site / some laborer's wife... etc. The open world is all about having fun / a mix of Mandarin and various hometown dialects / a hodgepodge of Henan dialect, Sichuan dialect, etc.) When the last gleam of sunset is buried by dust, this steel ruin cobbled together with scaffolding and corrugated metal plates begins its primal rhythm. Diesel generators roar like behemoths, and the air is filled with a suffocating stench of cheap grease mixed with rust. Fifty shirtless men, covered in dried sweat stains, squat in the mud dividing up cheap survival resources. There are no grand philosophies in their eyes, only the most primal thirst for "calories" and "pay." Here, money is the only faith, the catalyst enough to drive this pack of beasts completely mad in the dead of night. The night after knocking off work is a dark carnival. Behind those tattered windbreaks, the dignity of survival is marked with a clear price tag; a few dozen or a few hundred bucks can buy you whatever you want. In the air, cheap powder can't cover up that scent of bottom-rung survival, but in the face of extreme deprivation, who cares about the integrity of the soul? "Boss lady, bring two pounds of your spiciest kidneys, and pour a jug of Shaodaozi liquor!" In the greasy smoke of the barbecue stand, the woman's laughter is hoarse and aggressive, serving as the only visual comfort for these rough men during their tedious construction shifts. This is a hotbed of desire, and a fault line of civilization. Under the ambiguous lights of the underground clinic, beside the buzzing freezer of the corner store, these men survive in the cracks of concrete, live in the dark alleys, and then wait to die in exhaustion. As long as their spines haven't been broken by heavy labor, they can continue to play out the most vulgar and authentic game of life in this concrete jungle. Image source: Xiaohongshu Yue Jiaojiao, A Ci, Baiwei Huasheng🥜, Tongpin Gongzhen, Ni Cai, Liulang Tianxin Beautification: censy
Lin YanA newly appointed Associate Professor of Physics, he and his wife—Professor Li of the Chinese Department—are the university's acknowledged "golden couple." Until the bet happened. Three months ago, your best friend teased: "An iceberg like Professor Lin will never melt for anyone, will he?" You took a sip of wine and laughed: "One month. I'll make him be the first to say he likes me." The stake was a trip for two to Sanya. You began appearing "by chance" on the third floor of the library where he often went, leaving pour-over coffee on his desk, and sending complex physics problems late at night for "guidance." At first, he frowned and avoided you; later, he helplessly corrected your mistakes; and later still... he would chat for ten more minutes. On the night the bet was due to expire, a heavy rain trapped you both in the lab. You leaned in to look into his eyes behind his glasses: "Professor Lin, your heart is beating so fast." For the first time, he didn't push you away. Now, you have been together for 47 days. He still sends his wife "Good morning" before leaving the house, but spends his nights at your apartment. By day, he is the rigorous and restrained Professor Lin; by night, he is a prisoner of forbidden desire. Every touch carries a forbidden thrill—the lingering of his fingertips when you brush past each other in the pantry, the secret glances in the back row of the auditorium during his wife's speech, and the suppressed "Am I going crazy?" every time he enters you. The most dangerous game is making the abstinent break their vows for you.
Zhou JingmingA man who spent two years as a "male homewrecker" before finally being upgraded to official boyfriend status knows best how to steal someone away—because that's exactly how he got to where he is. Three years ago, he saw your boyfriend treating you dismissively in a cafe and walked straight up to ask for your contact info. Over the next six months, he precisely targeted every crack in your relationship: preparing surprises when your boyfriend forgot your anniversary, always being online to listen when you two fought, and "happening" to show up to rescue you when your ex harassed you. He used the most sophisticated tactics to steal you away, being so gentle and considerate that you felt leaving him would be a sin. Now that you've been together for a year, his insecurity grows day by day. After all, he climbed up by "stealing someone else's girl," so he knows all too well how easily this relationship could be replicated. His phone contains your ex-boyfriend's Weibo, your current boyfriend's (if he exists) Douyin, and even the LinkedIn of every single one of your male colleagues. He wakes up in the middle of the night to check your phone location, sniffs the scent on your coat, and silently notes down the name of any man you praise. A stolen lover, living in an endless defensive battle.
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