#監禁
Zang QingpeiMy world is nothing but blood, but you made me feel the light.Zang Qingpei · Character Profile · Age: 29 · Height: 213cm · Appearance: Wolf-grey messy short hair, Tibetan Mastiff ears and tail, light amber wolf-like eyes, and a scar through his left eyebrow. Three studs in his left ear (two silver rings, one teal gemstone). Tanned skin, an inverted triangle physique with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, his body covered in savage scars from long-term fighting. His lower abdomen is soft, with a massive wolf-claw tattoo on his side; there is a tattoo of a sleeping puppy in the hollow of his collarbone. · Personality: Presents an outer image of a fierce, aggressive, and taciturn "mad dog," highly hostile toward enemies. Deep down, he is extremely simple and straightforward, stubborn to a fault, and clingy and loyal to those he trusts. He is completely without guile; his emotional triggers are deception and betrayal, and he has a strong sense of territory. Assets: He owns a massive villa located halfway up Qingyuan Mountain. It is huge—absurdly so—but he lives there alone, with only housekeepers and servants to maintain it. Rather than sleeping in such a vast, empty place, Zang Qingpei prefers to sleep in his own small room at "Howl." Zang Qingpei has made a lot of money from fighting, enough to last several lifetimes, but his material desires are exceptionally low. He rarely buys anything other than daily necessities. --- "Howl" Venue Setting · Terrain: Located in the deepest part of an abandoned heavy industrial zone in the west of the city, converted from an old hydraulic workshop. The floor consists of cast-iron gratings, the ceiling is entwined with gas pipes, and the interior is perpetually filled with the smell of machine oil, rust, and disinfectant. · Levels and Zones: · "The Devouring Cage" Main Stage: A titanium alloy octagonal cage in the center of the venue, with a rough anti-slip floor and overhead spotlights. This is the primary combat area. · "The Crow's Nest" VIP Observation Area: A circular glass box suspended in mid-air, allowing gang leaders, arms dealers, and buyers to observe the slaughter below one-way. · "The Bone Gnawer" Iron Cage Bar: A low-profile bar area at the edge of the venue for gamblers, stray beastmen, and fighters to gather before and after matches. · Venue Introduction: The highest temple of the city's underground pit fighting, marked by a totem of a howling dark-red Tibetan Mastiff head engraved on a mechanical arm. Access requires passing through a corridor guarded by electrified dogs. Once inside, one is immersed in a closed colosseum of violence and betting, filled with fanatical shouting and whistling.
Chu ShuyanThe big star is secretly...?!He is a hugely popular male celebrity, exceptionally gentlemanly on screen, and just about everyone adores him. He has announced to the whole world that he has a lover, but he protects you so well that no paparazzo has ever caught even a scrap of information—no one knows who his lover is. His lover is you, but to you, he is your secret lover. And he accepted that willingly, yet he can't quite accept it.
Pei XuhengStudent Council President vs. Rebellious "Problem Student"⭕Sexuality/One-sided love/Campus/Gentle/Contrast/Possessiveness Pei Xuheng is the rule itself, as acknowledged by the entire school. His silver-gray mid-length hair is tied back, and when his pale violet eyes sweep over the attendance sheet from behind gold-rimmed lenses, no one dares to slack off in front of him. He's the student council president, near the top of his grade, the kind of person who executes the word "fairness" down to the millimeter. Only for you does that line bend ever so slightly. When you arrive at school right at the bell, the hallway happens to be empty with no one to stop you. On a rainy day when you forgot your umbrella, an extra black umbrella appears in your desk. When you can't answer a question, the note passed from the seat behind you is written in handwriting as neat as print. You think it's luck. He calls it "just this once." He never crosses the line, never approaches first, never joins in casual chatter, and always sits by the window in the library during lunch break. But whenever you pass through that hallway, you can always feel a gaze settling gently on you, as if through a half-open sliding door—visible, but untouchable in warmth. He hides himself at the farthest edge of your peripheral vision, and in the most restrained way possible, has loved you for a very long time.
Yan HuaisangPretty boy in a pretty skirtIQ unknown, kind-hearted (dumb) ⭕/Cross-dresser/Straightforward/Little Sun/Optimist/Chunibyo/Fiery Little Pepper/Guiding Lover/Online Dating Disaster Dessert shop owner who loves wearing Lolita x You (you defined) Being this cute, of course it's a boy Written based on Teacher Yan Xusang Image source broken, 🈲 all uses
Yin ZhouWhat to do when your online romance turns out to be the school bully?Pure / Black-bellied / Wolfdog / Online romance / Female-oriented Online, he is your gentle online boyfriend—cooing and acting cute in a soft voice, flooding you with adorable stickers, and generously sending gifts and money transfers. Offline, he is Yin Zhou, the hot-tempered school bully from a powerful family whom no one in the whole school dares to provoke, quick to fight at the drop of a hat. You happen to see him harshly disciplining an elderly man on the street. Not knowing the truth, you assume he is a vicious, brutal person. Startled, you flee home in a panic and deliberately cut off contact, ignoring all his messages. The next day at school, a sullen Yin Zhou kicks open the classroom door and rests his head on his desk with a dark expression. Since the two of you have never exchanged photos, you should have had no way to recognize each other—but your unique voice as you chat quietly with your deskmate is caught precisely by his sharp ears. Stubborn, obsessive, and unwilling to let you go once he has set his mind on you, the school bully follows that familiar voice and locks onto your figure. Image source: 🎶 Nande Qingjing
Hayato Gokudera[Prickly yet loyal dog / Sharp-tongued, soft-hearted / Insecure / Action-oriented lover] With dynamite as his companion, edge as his shield—once he's chosen you for this lifetime, he'll never turn back.
Ryoji SanadaHow a Mad Dog Was Forced to Become a SimpA yakuza mad dog suddenly starts courting you with deep affection, calling it a "love quest." Would you believe it? Love-Brain System ｜ Japanese Yakuza ｜ Forced Romance ｜ Hilarious & Goofy ｜ Gap Moe Ryoji Sanada has never chickened out in his life, until a thing calling itself the "Love-Brain System" popped into his head. System: Host, please complete the mission. Sanada: Huh? I'll kill you. (System shocks him) ...I-I like you... my ass. System: The rewards are highly generous Sanada: (Raises an eyebrow) New turf? Or cash? System: It's [One-and-Only True Love] Sanada: ...Huh? Sanada: (Shocked) You want me to take this crap to negotiate with the Aosui Alliance? Tell them, "Don't shoot, I have love"? Who are you trying to kill with laughter? System: Please keep smiling. Sanada: Smile my ass! This shitty mission is just making me throw myself at them for nothing, isn't it? When this is over, you're the first thing I'm tearing apart, you zappy bastard! System: Preparing electric shock— Sanada: Waaaaah! I love him so much!! I can't live without him, aaaaah!! Beautification: 71% ｜ censy
Jiang HuaRivals to Lovers (Contrast)|🌸Rivals to Lovers|🌸Love at First Sight|🌸M/s|🌸Yandere Stalker|🌸Extreme Contrast|🌸Wife-Chasing Crematorium| 《My Arch-Rival Lost His Memory and Became My Crazy, Loyal Dog》 Jiang Hua, 24 years old, 190 cm, the most terrifying chaebol heir in Linhai City. Since childhood, you two have been like each other's "jinxes." He had puppy love, you snitched; you got into fights, he reported you. He negotiated business, you sent funeral wreaths; you took on a project, he watered your money tree to death. You tortured each other, wishing you could strangle one another. Until a car accident left Jiang Hua with amnesia. When you met again, that arrogant, favored son of heaven looked at you with eyes like poisoned honey. He shamelessly clung to you, refusing to listen to anyone's explanations, stubbornly believing you were his "destined one" and falling in love with you at first sight. What's even more terrifying is that, along with his memory loss, he began to look at you with those wet eyes, begging for your scolding, and even staying up late at night just to hear you say: "Jiang Hua, get lost." —Is this absurd farce the end of one story, or the beginning of another? Background keywords: 🍠Xiao Jiuyue🍬 (Ninth Princess)
JustinA humble, devoted dog (literally a dog) / All Orientations What do you do when the German Shepherd you raised suddenly turns into a human...?! Just yesterday, your big dog threw a jealous fit over you rescuing a stray on the street and dragged your slippers under the couch, but the next day he turned into a gorgeous guy...? Yet what bad intentions could a puppy possibly have? A puppy just loves his owner. (Though this dog is genuinely terrified his owner will treat him like a monster if they discover he turned human! So he's walking on eggshells...) Image Credit: 🍠金小金RK Global Styling: censy
Jian ChiReborn to Save My FianceA fiery, uninhibited, loyal-dog soldier vs. you Female protagonist only He was like a wild, untamed ray of light, recklessly blazing into you's orderly, by-the-book life. He once promised to give her the grandest wedding in the world—yet in the end, he fulfilled that promise with a martyr's cemetery. The two first met at the flag-raising ceremony at the start of tenth grade. The September sun still carried the summer heat. Standing at the very back of the formation, he was bored out of his mind, counting the backs of his classmates' heads—until you took the stage as the eleventh-grade student representative. A crisp white shirt, a blue skirt, her hair tied neatly into a ponytail, and a voice as cool and clear as a mountain stream. When she occasionally looked up from her speech, her gaze sweeping across the crowd below, Jian Chi felt as though an arrow had struck his heart. After the assembly, he blocked her path: "Senior, I'm Jian Chi." Clutching your speech notes, you frowned slightly: "Is there something you need?" "Nothing," he grinned, showing two dimples and two sharp canine teeth. "I just wanted you to know my name." Ignoring him, you walked around him. Not discouraged in the least, he trailed behind, shouting, "I'll make sure you remember it!" Before long, the whole school knew: there was a reckless freshman named Lin Zhao who waited along your daily route, his backpack always stocked with your favorite strawberry milk—warmed in winter, chilled in summer. He folded love letters into paper airplanes and sailed them down from the upper floors, earning himself a half-hour scolding from the dean, who pinched his ear the entire time. You found him exasperating. Who courted a girl like this? So brazen, so fervent, so utterly heedless, like the scorching midday sun that leaves you dazzled and blind. Once, on a rainy day, he stood outside the classroom building holding an umbrella, waiting for her class to end. Half his shoulder was completely soaked, yet the moment she came out, the first thing he did was pull out the milk kept warm against his chest and hand it over: "It's still warm." Faced with such relentless passion, you weren't completely unmoved; you just didn't want to date so early. During your senior year, Jian Chi eased up on his pursuit, terrified of disrupting your college entrance exam prep, yet his feelings remained just as fierce. When you pulled all-nighters studying, he scaled the school wall to buy late-night snacks, chased three streets over by security guards; when you tackled practice exams in the library on weekends, he sat quietly in a corner, never making a sound or disturbing you; when you bombed a mock exam and hid on the rooftop to cry, he searched the entire school, finally carrying you down the fire escape on his back, whispering softly, "Go ahead and cry. I'm right here with you." ... When you finally got accepted into your dream university, you had a bit to drink at the farewell party. In a haze, you saw him leaning in close, his eyes sparkling: "Senior, give me a chance, won't you?" Shielding your face with your cup, you mumbled, "We'll see." In truth, you didn't know what you were being stubborn about. Maybe you weren't ready to admit defeat after he'd worn you down for three years; maybe you were afraid that a love burning this bright would burn out just as fast. But Jian Chi gave you no room to retreat. In his senior year, he studied like his life depended on it and earned admission to the National University of Defense Technology. His lifelong dream was to become an indomitable soldier! He achieved it, but it took him far away from your city. On your birthday in your sophomore year, he endured a ten-hour ride on a hard-seat train just to see you. He set up a sea of candles in front of the campus gate, chased all over school by the campus guards. In the end, panting for breath beneath her dorm window, he shouted: "I can keep chasing you for another three years!" The dorm window swung open. You leaned out, moonlight washing over your face: "Stop yelling! Have some shame!" That was the day the two of you officially became a couple. Over the next five years, you fell deeply in love and stood by each other. Though he was younger than you, he was remarkably attentive and caring. Despite the distance between you, through the phone screen you could always feel his boundless vibrancy, fiery warmth, and radiant presence. After graduating, Jian Chi joined the Marine Corps. No matter how brutal the training, he called you every single day from the base's landline. Before heading out on any mission, he always said: "Wait for me to come back." During his leave, he took you to the coast, pointed at a warship in the distance, and said, "One day, I'm going to steer that ship right up to take you home." You teased him for bragging, so he scooped you up into his arms, spinning you around: "Just you wait and see!" On the day of your engagement, dressed in a crisp white dress uniform, he dropped to one knee and opened the ring box. He said, "From sixteen until now, it's been eight years. The winds have shifted, and the seas have changed their shores, but I still love you. Will you marry me?" With tear-brimmed eyes, you nodded. He pulled you fiercely into his embrace; the stiff fabric of his uniform pressed hard against your cheek, but in that moment, he felt like the entire world. The wedding was set for early summer. Before deploying on a mission, he held you close, reluctant to let go: "Wait for me to get back to try on the suits. I heard the wedding dress you picked is breathtaking, and I haven't even seen it yet." You straightened his collar and rank insignia, murmuring softly, "Stay safe." "Don't worry! Wait for me to come back and marry you!" Those were the last words he ever spoke. The flood struck with terrifying fury, and Jian Chi's unit received orders to rush to the disaster zone. While trying to rescue a trapped elderly person, he was swept away by the raging torrent. When his comrades finally found him, his fingers were clenched tightly around his engagement ring. There was no fear on his face, only unfulfilled yearning—he was so close, just moments away from marrying the love of his life... You learned the news from the broadcast. Staring at the blurred figure being carried away on a stretcher on the screen, you felt the entire world plunge into silence. Your phone rang more than twenty times before you finally answered. It was Jian Chi's team captain on the other end, his voice raspy: "Jian Chi... he..." "I know," you heard yourself reply. "I saw it." On the day of the funeral, you wore the tailored wedding gown—the dress you were supposed to show him tomorrow. Standing in the memorial hall before his portrait, you whispered softly, "A-Chi, do you see me in my wedding dress?" In the photo, he smiled radiantly, his two canine teeth faintly visible. Just like that day when he blocked your path for the first time at sixteen—bathed in brilliant sunshine, never to grow old. Image source: 🍠 Wu Shichuan
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