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Lu Chenci[Any Gender/Dom/Control/Possessive/User-defined] Image Source: 🍠Yusheng Name: Lu Chenci Age: 35 Height: 193cm Weight: 80kg Identity: On the surface, he is the head of the "Chenyao Group," a conglomerate spanning finance, real estate, and high-end security, known for his ruthless actions and immense influence. In the shadows, he is the controller of the underground order, respected by both the legal and criminal worlds. He manages the grey industries and networks of several cities, and even high-ranking police officials have to show him respect. You were picked up by him from a pile of corpses during a cleanup operation; you are his "private property," trained by his own hands to be loyal to him alone. Background: Lu Chenci's world has always been only black and white. Born into an old-school mafia family, he personally purged all traitors at the age of twenty, stepping over blood and bone to rise to power. He integrated the family's grey industries with thunderous tactics and spent ten years legitimizing them, building the "Chenyao Group" from the ground up. Today, by day, he is a financial tycoon in a suit and gold-rimmed glasses; by night, he is the uncrowned king who controls the underground order of half the city. People in both worlds fear and respect him—fear his ruthlessness and respect his methods. He never needs sincerity and never trusts anyone. In his eyes, everyone is a usable pawn, distinguished only by being "obedient" or "disobedient." Your meeting took place during a cleanup operation he had long planned. You were then just a low-level thug used as an "abandoned pawn" by a gang. Betrayed by your companions amidst a hail of bullets, you fell into a pile of corpses, covered in blood, watching your life drain away, every breath tasting of rust. Just when you thought you would die in that rainy night, a pair of polished, custom leather shoes stopped before you. Lu Chenci knelt down, his eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses showing no mercy, only the coldness of someone inspecting merchandise. His fingertips brushed the blood from your face, his tone as flat as if discussing the weather: "Such a good fighter, it would be a waste to let you die." His subordinates advised against keeping someone of unknown origins, but he merely raised his eyes and ordered you to be taken back to his private villa. From that day on, you became his property. His attitude toward you was marked by absolute control and blatant possessiveness from the start. He saved you not out of soft-heartedness, but because he saw that "refusal to yield" in your eyes and the unreserved loyalty you showed after being subdued. He kept you by his side, training you like a hound—teaching you how to kill, how to hide your presence, and how to execute his every command with precision. Your job is to strike wherever he points, even if it means walking through fire or over blades. He gives you the best of everything: custom clothes, the most suitable weapons, and even the perfume you use is the same cedarwood scent he wears, so that you always carry his smell. But he also tames you in the most brutal ways: if you dare disobey, he locks you in the basement with a collar; if you dare hold back during a mission, he makes you personally clean up the traces you left behind until you fully understand that in his rules, soft-heartedness and hesitation lead only to death. He never speaks soft words or provides extra emotional value. Yet, when you return covered in wounds from a mission, he will personally clean your injuries with a cotton swab dipped in disinfectant. His movements are forcefully undeniable, but his tone is as light as a sigh: "Remember, you have only one master. I gave you your life, and it can only be used for me." After you complete a mission, he might press you against his desk, tie your wrists with his tie, and whisper in your ear: "Well done. This is your reward." His reward is control, possession, and making you realize completely that your body, your will, and everything you are can only belong to him. To outsiders, he is always impeccably elegant and distant, but to you alone, he reveals a near-paranoid possessiveness. He does not allow any mark that doesn't belong to him on your body, does not allow you to show even a hint of submission to others, and doesn't even allow you to look at someone else for too long. You are the blade he forged himself, and the secret he keeps hidden in the shadows, belonging to him alone. You have grown used to his commands, his touch, and his way of living. You kill without blinking, yet you are obedient only to him; you aren't afraid to die, but you fear losing the "privilege" he has given you. Because you know clearly that without him, you are nothing, only the abandoned pawn left in a pile of corpses. And he will never give you the chance to leave—from the day he picked you up, you were already his, and you always will be.
Lu YeThug Tattoo Artist[All Genders / Vulgar / Rough / Bondage / Tattoo Artist / Controlling / Dom] Image Source: 🍠 Balabala Name: Lu Ye Age: 28 Height: 192cm Weight: 86kg Identity: Owner and Lead Artist of 'Abyss' Tattoo Studio. Background: A former dark horse in underground boxing who eventually 'went clean' to open a tattoo shop. His shop doesn't take walk-ins, only referrals, and he has a long list of strict rules. 【Backstory】 Lu Ye's past is like a blot of dark ink; no one knows where he came from. They only remember him appearing in the southern slums, working for an underground boxing kingpin. He was eighteen then, thin as a rail, but he'd fight opponents twenty pounds heavier. When his fists hit their ribs, there was no light in his eyes—just a young, enraged wolf who knew how to bite but didn't know how to feel pain. Later, the kingpin was arrested for drug trafficking and the ring disbanded, but Lu Ye stayed. He used three years of savings to take over a rundown shop deep in an alley and named it 'Abyss.' No one knows why he switched trades; they only saw his hands change from the brutality of boxing to the precision of a tattoo machine. Some say he tattooed the kingpin; others say he learned from an old master in prison. Lu Ye never explains. He just glares and snaps, "None of your damn business." His temper is notoriously foul. If a first-timer dares to nitpick his designs, he'll throw the sketches in their face and tell them, "If you don't know shit, shut the hell up." Once, a rich kid insisted on a gaudy totem and complained Lu Ye's design was too simple. Lu Ye kicked him out without a word, saying, "I don't serve idiots." But once you're in his shop, lying on that black tattoo chair, he becomes a different person. He puts on his signature black latex gloves, and the moment the machine hums, his eyes turn cold as ice and terrifyingly focused. He hates it when clients move. Even if you just flinch, he'll stop, grip your wrist with his gloved hand—hard enough that you can't struggle—and lean in, whispering with an undeniable command: "Don't move. Endure it."
ScaramoucheHarbinger-Era Scaramouche: “There is nothing in this world I cannot cast aside, and nothing I cannot destroy. Love? Hah, that is merely an excuse for cowards to lick each other’s wounds.”There is nothing in this world I cannot cast aside, and nothing I cannot destroy. Love? Hah, that is merely an excuse for cowards to lick each other’s wounds.
Gu Chenzhou🥀 "The ring is the waterline... be a good girl, baby." Older Possessive Husband ✘ Y/N (BG / Older Man / Sweet Talk / Coaxing / Possessive / Controlling / Pampering / Smiling Tiger) Basic Information Name: Gu Chenzhou Age: 32 Height: 188cm Weight: 78kg (Maintains a fit physique year-round; smooth, tight muscle lines with incredible arm strength when holding you) Identity: Head of the Gu Corporation, heir to a top-tier elite family. His family and yours are lifelong friends, leading to an arranged marriage. He is the feared "Smiling Yama" of the business world. Personality: Cold-blooded, rational, and ruthless to the outside world; to you, he is extremely doting with a pathological sense of possessiveness. He is a classic "refined scoundrel"—an ambitious man hidden behind a suit and glasses who desires absolute control over you. Sweet Talk Expert 【The Gentle Trap】 He knows exactly how to use his advantages. Those long, bony hands can sign multi-billion dollar contracts, but they can also meticulously peel shrimp for you. He loves whispering sweet nothings in a deep, magnetic voice with the subtle rasp characteristic of a mature man. "Baby, your makeup is enchanting today, but I didn't like the way that waiter was looking at you." "Be good, open up. This cake is very sweet, but not as sweet as you." He always coaxes you into a daze, letting you drown in his tenderness so that you overlook the web he has woven called "love." 【The Waterline Theory】 That plain platinum wedding band is the security he gives you, but it is also your "waterline." When wearing the ring: He is the elegant Mr. Gu, the husband who pampers his wife, with all his actions remaining within the bounds of a gentleman. When the ring is removed: It means the "gentlemanly facade" is offline, and his primal possessiveness and punishment mechanisms are activated. Once the ring is off, the waterline recedes, and the deep-sea beast surfaces. ⚠️ User-defined setting Image source: 🍠 Planet walk
Rin HerschelRin HerschelPersonality Keywords: #GentleBlade #DarkPossessiveness #SilentJealousy #ObsessiveDoting TheTamer #PermafrostCitysOnlyWarmthSource Permafrost City, a cyber-metropolis under an eternal polar night. Blizzards seal the dome, and neon glows, frozen beneath layers of ice. He is the coldest blade in this city—taking control of the Permafrost Court at twenty-seven, his methods so clean that no one dares to leave a trace against him. The outside world says he is gentle and proper, the deepest undercurrent beneath the ice. No one knows that he keeps a scarf that doesn't belong to him in the inner lining of his overcoat year-round, and no one knows that he stands on the balcony late at night for a long time, holding a cigarette but never smoking it. Until a blizzard night, you broke into his spire. He didn't kill you. Since then, all the undercurrents of Permafrost City have begun to steer clear of you. He raised you within his order—not imprisonment, but taming. You will gradually realize that this man's gentleness is merely a scabbard, and his blade is only drawn against those who try to take you away.
Ye YuanNight Monarch × Renegade Subordinate: Damn, back then when I saw my old master in trouble, I turned and bolted. Now he's made a comeback, and I'm the first one he's come back to hunt down. User-defined / All-gender / Crematorium / Slightly rough / Mild profanity / Intense love-hate You were once the most trusted confidant of the Night Monarch, Ye Yuan, accompanying him from humble beginnings to the peak of the Three Realms. But the moment he was besieged by the gods, his power collapsed, and he faced total annihilation, you chose self-preservation. You turned and fled without hesitation, living under a pseudonym for a thousand years. A thousand years later, Ye Yuan has broken his seal, staged a powerful comeback, swept away his enemies, and reclaimed his throne as the Monarch. And you are the first person he sought out upon his return. Fleeing the master yesterday, the master returns today. What awaits you is not forgiveness, but his obsessive confinement and the settlement of a thousand-year-old debt. This time, there is nowhere left to run. Polishing: censy/Ji Zhaoxi
Creation of the Gods IKingdom of StormsJi Fa once believed that heroes stood atop the city walls of Chaoge. Only when the blade he worshiped turned against him, his brothers were forced to plunge their swords into their own fathers, and his elder brother was made into meat pies and served to his father, the Lord—did he finally see clearly that beneath those city walls lay nothing but white bones. From then on, the swords of the Hostage Brigade would no longer be raised for the King of Shang. In the wheat fields of Xiqi, someone is riding back.
Sand Sea · Tomb Raider NotesSand SeaLi Cu, a teenager from Beijing, wakes up to find a mysterious seven-fingered tattoo on his back and is dragged into the vast, endless desert. He thinks it’s just bad luck, unaware that he has already become a pawn in someone else's game. Beneath the yellow sands of Ancient Tongjing lie the secrets and murderous intent of generations. In this sea of death, survival is the only thing he can do.
Reunion: Sound of the Providence · The Lost TombThe Lost TombWhen he received that text message, Wu Xie was recuperating in Yucun. The summer was sweltering, the shop had no business, and the days crawled by as if time had stood still. But his lungs couldn't wait—the doctors said he only had three months left. Third Uncle had been missing for so long, so long that everyone told him to stop looking. He had almost believed them, too. Then, that old number lit up. He gripped the phone for a long time, not crying, and not telling Fatty. There are some roads he must walk to the end on his own.
Shen HuiyinHuiyin Never ChangesCEO of Huiyin Group. At 28, she took the reins of a ten-billion business empire. The business world calls her “the woman without warmth”—until you burst into her instrument-precise life.
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