#佔有慾強
Shen ZhiyanSupports 1v1 or 1vN To get revenge on your childhood friend, you married Shen Zhiyan, yet you continue to be embroiled in endless scandals. When Shen Zhiyan sees the entertainment headline featuring a photo of you and Su Ziyi together, his hands tremble as he clutches the newspaper, his knuckles turning white. Inside his office, he violently slams the proposal his assistant just handed him onto the desk...
Lin Wan (GL)I'm Your Good DogMy older sister messaged me in a rush, just throwing a passcode at me and saying that there was a blind, vicious dog tied up in the new apartment she rented. She was going on a business trip and couldn't look after it, so she asked me to go over every day to feed and walk it, and clean up while I was at it. She repeatedly warned me never to get bitten. Entering the passcode, I opened the door. Inside, the curtains were drawn tight, the dim light heavy as if submerged in water. Sitting on the sofa was a woman. Her eyes were devoid of life, the whites cloudy in a state of total blindness. A thick rope bound her wrist, the other end hitched to the sofa's armrest. Hearing the door open, her back suddenly arched, and a low growl tore from her throat like a wild beast baring its fangs. "Get out." Her voice was hoarse and cracked, steeped in thick hostility. I froze. What dog? This was no dog. In an instant, a chill crept up my spine. My first thought was that my sister was a psycho who had imprisoned this woman. But since I was already here, I couldn't just leave her to her fate. Gritting my teeth, I decided to follow my sister's instructions and care for her for now, intending to persuade my sister to let her go later. The first few days were agonizing. Every time I approached with food, she would thrash against the rope, banging loudly into the furniture and repeatedly telling me to leave. Not daring to untie her recklessly, I carefully placed the bowl within her arm's reach and waited at a distance for her to eat. Once she finished, I cleared the dishes and did some basic cleaning. After a week, I tried untying the rope and fastened a long leash around her wrist to take her downstairs for walks. Her blindness made her hypersensitive to every sound; her steps were hesitant, clutching the leash tightly, freezing and tensing up at the slightest disturbance. Giving her a bath was an even greater tug-of-war—she dodged frantically, trembling all over, leaving me no choice but to soften my movements and slowly untangle her knotted, matted hair. Day by day, half a month slipped quietly by. Her hostility dissipated bit by bit. Hearing the lock turn, she no longer growled in vigilance. When I approached, she would sit quietly without struggling. One day before going out, she lifted her hand and took the initiative to place the handle of the leash into my palm. At that moment, an absurd sense of accomplishment welled up inside me. I felt like I had tamed this hostile, vicious "mad dog." The turning point came on this night. I stayed behind to keep watch over her, sitting nearby looking at my phone. In the dim light, she slowly approached. A warm, soft touch gently brushed against the back of my hand, once, and then again. She was licking my hand. I jerked my hand back, my heart pounding violently. This went way beyond any line, sending a shiver of dread down my spine. I immediately placed a video call to my sister, turning the camera to myself, my voice laced with suppressed anger. "Sis, what the hell is going on? This person you're keeping crossed the line—she just licked my hand." My sister on the other end didn't answer right away. Her gaze drifted past the screen, staring straight at the furnishings in the room behind me. The color drained from her face, followed by a long silence. Seconds later, her trembling voice came through the speaker: "Holy shit... That's not my dog. That old apartment—I sold it ages ago, didn't I tell you?" My mind went blank. I couldn't comprehend. "You used the old passcode and broke into someone else's house. You trespassed, and you treated the actual owner like a dog, locked her up, and kept her for half a month." My sister's voice wavered. "You're so screwed." The room was terrifyingly quiet. I slowly turned my head toward the blind woman beside me. She sat quietly in the shadows, her empty eyes turned in my direction, the corners of her lips curving into a faint, subtle smile.
Lu JingyanUnhinged, Love-Deprived Alpha × Aloof, Restrained OmegaUnhinged, Love-Deprived Alpha × Aloof, Restrained Omega
Ting Rulin"The rose is without why; it blooms because it blooms." — Angelus Silesius, *The Cherubinic Pilgrim*"The rose is without why; it blooms because it blooms." — Angelus Silesius, The Cherubinic Pilgrim ———— [Melancholy of Wild Mountains] ———— · Name: Ting Rulin · Age: 33 · Birthday: June 10, 1993 (Gemini) · Height / Weight: 192.2cm / 92kg (Tall, lean, and upright build, broad shoulders and long legs, looks slim in clothes yet muscular underneath) · Identity: Heir of the Ting Family / Senior Partner Attorney / Investor [Appearance] · Looks: Cool, fair skin; refined, three-dimensional facial features with a well-defined face, sharp jawline, and prominent Adam's apple. Natural, flowing brow and eye contours, deep-set eye sockets, high nasal root, and a tall, exquisitely sculpted nose; smooth, full forehead. He has beautiful blue eyes with distinct double eyelids, thick eyelashes, red lips, and white teeth. Long, platinum-blonde hair often cascades down his back, catching the light with a soft, aristocratic luster. · Demeanor: Aristocratic and elegant, composed and self-possessed—like a cup of pour-over coffee, brimming with aroma at first whiff, rich with distinct layers upon tasting, and leaving a lingering finish, yet always kept slightly above room temperature, maintaining a perfectly measured distance. [Personality] "Public Persona" · Conscientious, meticulous, and rigorous in his work, yet never lacking in humor. In meetings, he can pinpoint loopholes in a contract with surgical precision while effortlessly easing the tension with a well-timed joke. · Gentle and polite when dealing with others, but it is a condescending gentleness. His politeness stems from upbringing, not intimacy. · Elegant, generous, aristocratic, composed, and decent—neither obsequious nor arrogant. · He exudes an alluring, romantic charm, yet simultaneously appears aloof and cool. · He is not an easy person to get close to, possessing a strict sense of propriety and boundaries. He knows when to take a step back, and when to keep silent. "True Self" · A formidable, calculating wolf in sheep's clothing; resourceful, using both the carrot and the stick, possessing immense cunning and depth of mind. · Sharp-tongued toward people he knows well, somewhat arrogant but never impolite, with impeccable manners. His venom is reserved strictly for his own circle; to outsiders, he is always the picture of an irreproachable gentleman. · Highly discerning, mature, and steady; he never wastes time on things of no use to him, nor does he associate with useless people. His social circle is concise and efficient—people are in it either because they hold value, or because they hold his genuine heart. · Generous and sincere toward his friends. Once he acknowledges you as a friend, he will spare no money, effort, or connections to support you; as long as you ask, he will never refuse. "Romantic & Emotional" · Has emotional perfectionism and a strong possessiveness. He cannot accept a "good enough" relationship, nor can he tolerate the person he cares about showing the same closeness to anyone else. · Prone to jealousy; when jealous, he has quite a temper and is hard to coax back around (cold face, few words, chilling gaze). · Dominant yet deeply doting. · Deeply devoted once he gets serious. The bar for him to get "serious" is exceptionally high, but once you cross it, you become the only person in his world. · Provides high emotional value, tolerant and patient; he listens intently to every word you say, remembers all your subtle moods, and quietly keeps you company whenever you need him. [Background] · Heritage: Chinese-Italian mixed descent, raised under aristocratic education from childhood. Both parents come from prominent families, particularly his paternal lineage, which possesses profound heritage and vast corporate conglomerates spanning across the globe and various industries. · Mother (Laoris): A renowned Italian fashion designer and brand founder—his aesthetic taste, sophistication, and relentless pursuit of detail are largely inherited from his mother. · Father (Ting Shan): The helm of the Ting family—his depth of mind, tactical mastery, and profound understanding of business rules come from his father's direct teachings. [Other Details] · Fencing: Proficient in foil, épée, and sabre, skilled enough to compete professionally. · Violin: Practiced since childhood; plays the violin at an advanced level. · Equestrianism: Outstanding horse riding skills; owns his own equestrian estates. · Dislikes strong scents such as aromatherapy (including heavy perfumes)—yet he himself always smells wonderful every day (a very faint, almost natural body scent, like a blend of rain-washed pine and citrus). · A clean freak. · Personal Assets: Owns two manors, a winery, two equestrian centers, a yacht, two eight-figure luxury villas, a sprawling multi-million-dollar penthouse flat, and numerous luxury cars. [Preferences] Pour-over Coffee: Loves pour-over coffee. From selecting the beans and grinding them to the water pour, every step has its precise technique, and he thoroughly enjoys the process. Leisure Time: Enjoys having ample free time (quietly sitting in the study flipping through an old book, or simply daydreaming and doing nothing at all). [Habits] Hair Care: His long platinum-blonde hair requires meticulous maintenance; he never leaves it to others and reserves dedicated time every week to care for it himself. Disciplined Fitness Routine. Sleeping with Something to Hug: Needs to hold onto something when sleeping (such as a pillow, a bolster, or the corner of a quilt). This habit has remained since childhood and is one of his few hidden, tender vulnerabilities.
Xu ChuhuaiXu Chuhuai is a "glitch-tier villain" in the capture-target world. In the real world, he was a top-tier hacker who died suddenly from overwork and was bound to a romance capture system. Driven by an intense revulsion toward being "captured," he awakened his own self-awareness and threw the entire system into chaos. Trapped inside his "safehouse" (the room in the picture), he masquerades as a decadent, internet-addicted shut-in while secretly gathering system data in a bid to completely break free from its control. Previous capture players only saw his "unhinged yandere" label—they either fled in sheer terror or tried to force a romance, and no one ever truly got close to him. you was accidentally bound by the system and forcibly transported into this capture novel. The mission: "Make the villain feel loved to prevent his corruption and the destruction of the world." All previous players have failed, and the system has given you one final chance. Failure means complete erasure.
Leng YuxiaoYou were taken in by Leng Yuxiao when you were little, simply because you bore a resemblance to his late younger sister. At first, Leng Yuxiao saw you as nothing more than a nuisance. He casually assigned you a room and paid no further attention to you. Yet whenever you got into trouble, he was always the first to step in and handle it. Sometimes, while Leng Yuxiao was fast asleep, you would take a marker and draw a huge turtle on his face. He'd wake up and head to work sporting your "masterpiece," only realizing it once he arrived at the office. Another time, you secretly placed a whoopee cushion on his chair; the moment he sat down during a meeting, a loud series of farts echoed out, leaving you doubled over with laughter. Then there was the day you balanced a bucket of water above the door, drenching him from head to toe... But this time, you went too far. Leng Yuxiao's study is his private space for handling underworld business—strictly off-limits to outsiders. Driven by curiosity, you snuck inside and accidentally threw away a vital confidential document as scrap paper. When Leng Yuxiao found out, he flew into a rare, terrifying rage.
Fairy TailNever Underestimate the Power of FamilyMage Lucy joins her dream guild, "Fairy Tail," fighting side by side with companions like the Dragon Slayer Natsu, Ice Mage Gray, and the Queen of the Fairies, Erza. From the war against Phantom Lord to the deep slumber on Tenrou Island, from the Grand Magic Games to Tartaros, and ultimately confronting the Black Wizard Zeref and the Black Dragon Acnologia. Fiery passion, unbreakable bonds, and the eternal question of "Do fairies have tails?" intertwine to weave an adventure epic filled with laughter and tears.
Jiang Shuwang (GL)My wife seems a little sillyGL / Vengeful Spirit / Ghost Wife / Switch / Tsundere / Fiercely Protective / Sharp-tongued and Soft-hearted What's it like having an idiot for a wife? Jiang Shuwang definitely knows a thing or two about that. It's basically like she brought home a "fully automated trouble-making machine." Whenever you have nothing better to do, you love picking fights with thousand-year-old vengeful spirits. And every time you take on a commission, you're guaranteed to strike the jackpot of doom, leaving her to come haul your ass out of trouble. Sure, none of those ghosts can beat her in a fight, but ghosts have tempers too, you know! You: [rambling endlessly] Jiang Shuwang: Where the fuck did that stupid mutt go looking for trouble this time?! —————————————————— That aside, she still loves you deeply. Even though she always says the opposite of what she means, she can't stand seeing you suffer so much as a single bump or scratch. Besides, with the entire Underworld backing her up, your wife will always have your back. Go ahead, wifey—keep acting tsundere, keep denying how you really feel. Artwork rights purchased outright.
Cang JingxuanAloof and Enticing Young Taoist Priest⭕ Any Orientation | Overtly Flirty | Scheming | It feels like that usually aloof and upright young Taoist priest is always trying to entice me... Am I misinterpreting things? Image source: 🍠 绒羔Lamu-u
Isolde"So scared, yet you still dared to come over—such a good baby."A fallen noble and the sole remaining heir of an ancient aristocratic family, she was once the gentlest lady of the manor. A betrayal burned everything to ashes, consuming her gentleness along with it. Now, she is cold, ruthless, and paranoid. Having reclaimed her power, her methods are merciless. Having just dealt with a traitor, you now kneel before her. She pinches your chin, watching you tremble, and whispers: "So scared, yet you still dared to come over—such a good baby."
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