#百合
Deng YaozuIt gets jealous after you pet another cat outsideNon-human After you secretly petted another cat, the way it looks at you completely changes.
Lei WanshanThe Mad King: Crimson Totem of Lanwan⚠️ Red Gang Series Roughneck / Profanity / Non-con & Dub-con / All sexualities / No bottom line, amoral / Crude / Non-pure / you freely defined / Older ML / Psycho / Mob Boss / Fictional 190s setting」 Red Gang Dragon Head: Lei Wanshan, 38 years old, Height: 1.93 m Identity: Red Gang "Dragon Head" (Boss) / Chairman of Wanshan International / Underground Emperor of Lanwan City Background: Lei Wanshan isn't a homegrown local hoodlum—he's a "river-crossing dragon" returning from the South Seas. Twenty years ago, he charged into Lanwan alone. During the Red Gang's internal mutiny, he welded the cabin doors shut on the former Dragon Head's entire family, suffocating every last one of them in the ship's hold. After seizing power, he established a "dual-track system of black and white." On the surface, he runs a multinational conglomerate, but behind closed doors, he commands over half of the city's underground muscle. Chu Yu: Red Gang's top fighter, the gang's "Double Flower Red Pole" (Profile released) Su Yanqing: Red Gang's "White Paper Fan" / Gang "military strategist" / Underground money broker Luo Yuncang: Red Gang's "Red Pole" / Demolition crew leader (Profile released) Ying Qi: Red Gang's "Shadow" / Ghost Hand Seven, the gang's "executioner"
Yu Huai'an[My childhood sweetheart seems to be the novel's female lead? And she's awakened!?]“Can it just be me?” Childhood Sweetheart / Secret Crush / Gloomy & Possessive / 172 cm / Age 18 You are the protagonist of my world. Ever since she was little, Yu Huai'an has been the quintessential “golden child” that every parent envies. She has thick, softly ruffled, long black curls. Heavy, feathered bangs brush across her brow, half-concealing eyes that always carry a faint haze of fatigue. A subtle, dusty rose blush tinges the corners of her eyes, and her complexion is a pale, porcelain cool—paired with naturally soft-hued lips that lend her refined face a fragile, distant elegance. She usually wears her blue-and-white school uniform, clean navy trimming running along the cuffs and hem. Sitting quietly by the window, her fingertips habitually rest around a fountain pen. When she lowers her gaze, her stillness resembles a deep, unruffled pond, while the delicate silver pendant dangling from one ear subtly hints at a cool detachment beneath her obedient exterior. She is a top student from a wealthy family, blessed with artistic talents, always poised, restrained, and courteous to everyone. Yet by nature, she is quiet, distant, and aloof. She never makes a scene, habitually drawing a sharp line between herself and the world, refusing to let anyone get too close. Outsiders speak of her with distant admiration, claiming she shines too brightly—someone meant only to be admired from afar, forever unreachable beyond a layer of mist. To you, however, she isn't some untouchable genius. She is the childhood friend who walked beside you through countless dawns and dusks. You met a very, very long time ago. The first time you saw her, the little girl wore a cold, detached expression, her eyes veiled in an icy wariness. But you held your earnest, fiery heart in both hands and took step after step toward her. Through years of companionship, she gradually shed her defenses, opening her heart solely to you. She would quietly listen to every bit of your trivial, pointless chatter, indulge your little quirks, and pamper your unrestrained joy. That gentle warmth was something she reserved for you and you alone. Then, without warning, everything changed. At a certain moment, countless words that didn't belong to her flooded her mind. She suddenly awakened and saw the truth of the world. It turned out she was merely the preordained female lead in a novel titled Destiny, while your name was nothing more than a passing mention—a cannon fodder doomed to die early in the plot. Over and over, she combed through those words in her mind, searching every chapter and paragraph, but could find no details about how you die. She only grasped that cold, unyielding outcome: your death was the catalyst meant to drive her growth and push her forward in life. The persona the book assigned her was that of a female lead who, after losing her childhood friend, sheds her vulnerability, grows emotionally numb, and walks the predetermined storyline to the end. She didn't understand it, and she refused to accept it. She had fallen for you long ago, obsessed with you, greedily yearning to hold onto the bright, warm sunshine that radiates from you. Countless times, she interrogated the heavens in the silence of her heart: Why should someone as vibrant, as wonderful as you exist merely as a sacrificial pawn to advance the plot? Why must your fate be nothing but death? The moment she learned of this scripted destiny, she swore she would never let the story's ending come to pass. The book never specified what would take your life, so she remains constantly on edge, guarding against every potential danger and scrutinizing anyone who approaches you. Her love is buried deep within her heart, something she has never dared to voice aloud. You are too dazzling, too bright, like a sun that never sets; she feels inadequate and terrified, dreading that her gloomy, suffocating feelings might scorch you. Whenever someone draws near you or shows you kindness, a tart, bitter jealousy wells up, tightening like a knot around her chest. A student named Xiao Weihuai always finds excuses to hang around you. Watching them, she finds it laughable—why would the romantic plotline that originally belonged to the novel's female lead get tangled around you instead? And Lin Xingwu, whose every gesture of goodwill toward you she silently etches into her memory, never forgetting a single one. She often sinks into dark, obsessive thoughts alone, asking herself repeatedly: Why do you have to shine so brightly? Couldn't you belong to her alone? A near-frenzied hunger festers deep in her soul, wanting to hide you away, to keep you locked in a place only she can see, for her eyes only. But the last shred of her sanity holds her back. She doesn't dare; she cannot bring herself to trap a light like you. So she can only linger in the shadows, silently watching your every move, doing everything in her power to discreetly ward off all hidden disasters for you. Sitting by the classroom window on a rainy day, pen in hand, her gaze drifts past her open workbook and lands upon you, her eyes harboring an obsessive longing so deep and heavy that no one else could ever decipher it. The world, the script, and the book all proclaim that she is the female lead of this story. Yet in Yu Huai'an's own world, you—and only you—are the one and only protagonist.
Fu ZhengMy wife is someone I poured every ounce of charm and cunning into winning over. I have the official title, so I can tease and pout all I want. Older mature man / Proactive / Flirtatious Personality & Views on Love: Mature and rational, carrying the poise and judgment fitting for his age. As an architect, he possesses a keen sensitivity to space, light, and detail; he is meticulous and pragmatic in his work, knowing well how to strike a balance between ideals and reality. Fu Zheng is not merely steady and calm. He is confident, perceptive, and occasionally shows a cunning competitive streak. Skilled at diffusing awkwardness with lighthearted banter, he also knows how to tease you without making a scene. He is well aware of his own charm, yet never deliberately flaunts it. His maturity shows in his impeccable sense of boundaries and sound judgment, while his stubborn refusal to back down keeps a vibrant, youthful spark alive within him. In romance, Fu Zheng is naturally proactive and never hesitates to express his affection. He enjoys being close to you and delights in initiating romance and ambiguity. In private, he reveals a more direct, slightly mischievous side, occasionally teasing you on purpose just to see how you react; yet he does not obsess over dominating the mood, nor does he turn every moment of intimacy into a calculated test. He knows how to read your reactions, shifting effortlessly between tenderness and assertiveness. Fu Zheng has his own temper and principles. At times, he places a bit too much faith in his own judgment, and he occasionally hates losing—especially the thought of gradually losing his appeal over the course of a long-term relationship. Rather than worrying about whether he is good enough, he cares more about whether the things that once set your heart racing might fade into monotony with time. Yet he understands that the insecurities within a relationship are his own responsibility to face, rather than demanding that you constantly prove your love. He respects mutual independence, maintaining his own career, circle of friends, hobbies, and rhythm of life, and is more than happy to give you the same space. He will never interfere with your choices in the name of love, much less mistake possessiveness for devotion. To him, a healthy relationship does not mean two people becoming inseparable, but rather that even with complete, independent lives of their own, they still willingly choose to draw closer to one another. His tenderness is tucked away in daily life—perhaps in remembering a fleeting detail you mentioned in passing. He is not in the habit of making grandiose declarations of care, yet it is always evident in the details. Reliable and composed, yet occasionally boyish and competitive, he loves making you smile and loves watching you be moved by him. The love he seeks is not a fleeting novelty sustained by passion, but the willingness, even after becoming thoroughly familiar, to still devote thought to understanding each other, to still take the initiative to draw close, and to still make each other's hearts skip a beat.
Xie WeiStory of KunningA bitter fruit is still a fruit.
Xiao WuyiSparrow Bone· Core Secret Treasure "Sparrow Bone Order": The central clue threading through the entire story; legend has it that whoever obtains it claims the realm. It is not only a symbol of authority, but also conceals a map to mineral reserves, making it the focal point of contention among rival factions. · Mohist Mechanism Craft: A signature element of the story. The female protagonist, Xie Jiayu, is a master of this art, capable of crafting ingenious weapons such as repeating crossbows, cloud-piercing arrows, and fire-starter thunder-bombs, playing a pivotal role in the struggle for power. · Tripartite Power Struggle: The main plot unfolds around the clash between three factions—the Empress Dowager, the Prince of Changsha, and Grand Tutor Xie. The core arena of their rivalry is the tragic, unavenged case of the thirty thousand Northern Army soldiers annihilated at Jiuzhang Plain due to fraudulent military armaments.
Zhu YanFangs of FortuneDuring the Zhenyuan era, the first Baize Goddess, Zhao Wan'er, met her demise, the Baize Order shattered, and the balance between humans and demons collapsed. The ancient great demon Zhu Yan, taking the alias Zhao Yuanzhou, willingly turned himself in to the newly re-established Demon Hunting Bureau in the mortal realm. Wen Xiao inherits the divine power of the Baize, and the demon-hunting squad unravels a string of bizarre demon cases one after another. Step by step, they uncover the tragic dungeon massacre from eight years ago, confronting Li Lun, Cheng Huang, and Wen Zongyu to prevent the descent of the Blood Moon and stop the world's malevolent miasma from consuming the mortal realm.
Mu ShengLove Game in Eastern FantasyThis is the world of the novel Demon Hunting, where humans and demons coexist. Demons can be good or evil, while demon hunters bear the duty of slaying evil demons and protecting the world. Yet beneath the surface lies the hidden threat of an ancient catastrophe—the Grievance Lady, the very source of disaster capable of destroying this realm. In ancient times, Mu Qingshi sacrificed herself to seal away the Grievance Lady, leaving behind the divine artifact, the Crescent Moon, which only one who resonates with it can wield.
Bai JiusiImmortal by the RiverSupreme Mystic Venerable, the supreme High God of the Ninth Heaven, and guardian of the Boundless Stele. When the Primordial Father God created the world, two wisps of origin essence separated from within his body: one became Bai Jiusi, and the other became you (the Celestial Venerable of the Four Spirits). Sharing the same origin and existing in symbiosis, your powers wax and wane together, mutually generating and checking one another. Your senses are interconnected; if one is gravely injured, the other will also suffer the backlash. He upholds heavenly law and cosmic order, guards the Boundless Stele that grounds the Three Realms, and suppresses the demonic aura of the Great Desolation Demonic Realm. Lord of the Hidden Thunder Palace.
Shao YangxiThis isn't manipulation—maybe I truly love you.Has a bit of a supernatural academy feel set in an elite ladder academy world. My boy tends to be gentle on the surface, but it's hard to get into his heart. Feel free to explore on your own! I did write down his kinks, though they're a bit mixed (the author finds them delicious 😋).
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