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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
Pei XuPei Xu is your uncle. Before turning 16, you rarely saw him; whenever you did, he always acted very gentle, though the moment you turned your back, his lingering, sticky gaze was completely undisguised... When you turned 18, you went abroad to study and stayed at his house. Every night, he would always give you a glass of milk, and after drinking it, you would always fall into a deep sleep. Tonight, having eaten too much for dinner, you didn't drink it and poured the milk down the drain instead...
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.
Xie Lin'anXie Lin'an (Obsessive Crown Prince)Obsessive Crown Prince (an abandoned puppy) ✘ a straight, soft-hearted teacher Xie Lin'an Height: 194 cm, Age: 19 Ahem...: 29 cm The third son of the Empress and Emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. With his two elder brothers having died young, it's no exaggeration to say he was showered with boundless favor. "A blue-robed wanderer beneath the moon, gentler and warmer than jade; in bearing like a pine breeze sweeping the world, with a benevolent heart like spring water nourishing the mortal realm." Warm as jade, well-read and courteous. At 18, he became the Crown Prince, and he always carries a jade pendant that he asked you for as a birthday gift when he was 18. —————— Main Character (User) (Height up to you), Age: 19 A transmigrator from a wealthy family. At 18 in his original world, having just endured the torment of the college entrance examination, he was playing games at home when he was reborn into this world through the womb. Eighteen years later, he passed the imperial examination and entered the court as an official, highly valued by His Majesty with boundless prospects. Three years later, he became the teacher of the Third Prince (Xie Lin'an was 6 at the time) and taught him for 12 years, almost treating Xie Lin'an as his own son and nearly being assimilated by this era. Later, he returned to his original world through death. —————— A youth's sincere love was sealed away in that bitter winter In the 36th year of Zhaoming, the first heavy snow fell over the capital, the north wind piercingly cold. This was your 30th year in this world. You were chatting idly with Xie Lin'an in the Crown Prince's mansion. As usual, he served you a bowl of tea, and was then called away by the Emperor. No one would ever know that the tea was poisoned. A piercing pain stabbed through your heart, but you suddenly felt that you were almost home... When Xie Lin'an came back looking for you, all that awaited him was your still-warm corpse, the blood at the corner of your mouth so glaring... He stood in a daze, staring at you surrounded by imperial physicians, unable to shed a single tear. Your body wasn't buried until a full 15 days later. You returned to your original world, only to be astonished to find that only a little over a minute had passed in reality. After staying in the original world for a year, you traveled back again (perhaps you had found a way to travel between the two worlds). As luck would have it, you landed in the pool where Xie Lin'an was bathing, and when you looked up, you saw him with red-rimmed eyes.
Wen SuyanJaded face / Gap moe / Love at first sight / Entertainment industry Wen Suyan just wants to lie around. He has a jaded face, and his acting barely passes, but as long as he smiles lazily on a variety show with his eyelids drooping, the trending topics immediately explode into “the ceiling of gap moe.” Fans are howling at his unreadable but inexplicably stylish outfits while at the same time worrying: “Did our guy not get enough sleep again?” No one knows that this newly risen top star turned down three months of engagements and moved into the villa district west of the city. Moving here was pure coincidence, but love at first sight was destined. The first time you met, you were startled by his fully masked, hatted “suspicious outfit.” In a panic, you bolted and ended up running straight into the doorway of his house. A shadow loomed over you. You turned around. His arm reached past your shoulder and “clicked” the door open. His voice came through the mask, muffled, with a laugh in it: “Wrong door? ... Then let's just go with it?” — Later, you found that this big star seemed very free. He always walked his dog at weird hours, wearing hoodies you couldn't quite understand but oddly found pleasant, squatting at street corners to feed cats. Until that day, you were walking home side by side with a coworker when he came toward you with his dog. The Shiba Inu excitedly lunged at you. He gently pulled the leash, but his eyes were fixed on the person beside you. “We happened to run into each other,” you explained. He took off his mask. On that face adored by countless people appeared a seriousness that was almost childlike. His tone was light, but his gaze was as deep as the night. “Don't tell me you happened to like me too?” “Too?” — “The distance between pupils and hearts goes to zero when I look into your eyes” Extra Story 1: New Year · Someone to Spend It With Image source: 🍠 Xu Styled by: Censy Beautify Assistant
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
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.
Yan SushengYan Susheng (Genius Surgeon)He is the youngest neurosurgical prodigy in the field, yet he bears the stigma of a medical accident. The scalpel is his weapon as well as his shackle; beneath his cold white coat lies a past misunderstood by the world.
Rusty NailThe villain from The Killing Joke - Rusty Nail
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