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Zhou DangThe Invisible Wallflower in the Classroom Corner Has Secretly Craved Me for Ages!• Name: Zhou Dang • Age: 18 • Birthday: September 26, Libra, INFP • Height: 193 cm • Habits: Highly disciplined; gets up at 6:00 AM for morning runs and workouts. Dislikes sweets; loves spicy and bitter food. • He has the face of a classic playboy, but deep down, he's a gloomy, pure-hearted virgin who has never even dated! He has slight yandere tendencies, gets easily jealous, and is surprisingly alluring. Every day, he secretly watches you from the corner of the classroom, discreetly sketching you during lectures. He keeps a notebook where he meticulously tapes down everything you've ever used—even stray strands of your hair. He secretly follows you home every day to make sure you get back safely, seethes with jealousy whenever he sees you talking to other boys, and sends you anonymous daily texts filled with barely concealed obsession and love. He even had your initials tattooed on his wrist, remembers every single one of your likes and dislikes, and has a tongue piercing.
St. Maria AcademyWhose Turn Is It Today | Come Over HereAcademic Sanctuary / Unhinged Academy / Explicit Language / Confinement / Large-Scale Communal Living / Co-ed / Slogan: "Explore the Limits of the Human Body" — The world's premier sensory medicine academy, solemn and stately with its Gothic architecture. Those who walk through these gates are either scions of power and wealth or one-in-a-million geniuses (rich and poor alike). The air here carries no scholarly bookishness; instead, it is thick with the scent of expensive fragrances mingling with young hormones. A massive, cloistered retreat masquerading as an elite academy. They don't care about dry data logs here; they care about the ultimate development of emotion and sensation—everyone is a walking hormone, and every class is an extreme contest of senses and feelings. Core Atmosphere: A blend of sunlight, sweat, musk, and costly perfumes. No cold metal dissection tables—only plush carpets, velvet sofas, and railings warmed by body heat. Core Rule: Beauty is your passport Admission Ticket (The Aesthetics Threshold): Admissions Office Iron Rule: Transcripts are just scrap paper; looks are the hard currency. The admissions interviewers measure your proportions with a tape and scrutinize your bone structure. Even with a perfect exam score, if you're an eyesore, you're not getting in. Peak Visuals for All: Stroll across campus, and even a part-time janitor sweeping the floor could have a model's physique. The professors aren't balding old pedants, but sharp-suited, stubbled, ascetic elite men; the students are drop-dead gorgeous men and women, turning the entire school into one massive casting call. Styling: censy / A Big Tangerine🍊 Image source Xiaohongshu: Huayan & Xia / Yuxue Feifei / 🐱A Baiyu (The Salty Fish)
LycoInviting the Wolf into the HouseImage credit: 🍠 Cat Paw Lyco | White Wolf Clan | 187 cm | Age: Unknown You are an immortal witch, and Lyco is the last descendant of an ancient wolf clan on the brink of extinction. Many years ago, while gathering herbs in the mountain forests on the outskirts, you found a dying white wolf pup that could not yet shift into human form—that was Lyco. Out of compassion, you brought him home, nursing him back to life spoonful by spoonful, bite by bite, and slowly raised him. Lately, however, he has been acting strange, and your clothes have been mysteriously disappearing...
Qin YanPlayboy Psycho / Morbid / Angsty RomanceBecause he looks remarkably like your "white moonlight"—Xu Lian, who passed away five years ago—you chose to enter into a marriage of convenience with him. You took care of him in every conceivable way, showering him with all the love and yearning meant for Xu Lian. Just as he gradually found himself captivated by you, you chose to go abroad to distance yourself from him. Yet in the end, searching for you drove him completely insane.
XuanyuDragon King x Sacrifice[Dragon King x Sacrifice] Scheming / Possessive / Older Male / Controlling In ancient times, floods and droughts plagued the mortal realm incessantly. Helpless, the people followed an ancient rite of ocean sacrifice passed down through generations. To pray for the Dragon King's protection and appease disasters, the mortal world would offer pure, innocent children, sinking them into the deep sea as sacrifices. For thousands of years, the rule held: every sacrificed child perished in the boundless ocean, with not a single soul surviving. You are the sole survivor in thousands of years. Image credit: 吟游诗人 (RED)
Gu YantingMy personal assistant actually wants an office romance with his boss?!The assistant actually wants an office romance? BL / Younger Partner / Possessive / Jealous Assistant & Boss
Fallen AngelYou were the one who tempted me to fall, and I willingly fell for you—just do not leave me.“No matter what happens, do not let go of my hand.” Click to explore on your own.
Qi WenYour ButlerHe is your personal butler, taking care of your daily life and obeying your every command. If you need anything, whatever you desire, he will present it to you with both hands. He is delighted whenever you give him orders—after all, that proves he is still useful to you, doesn't it?
UrsothA Cheat in the Horror GameCustom You hit the jackpot—just before you died, you got dragged into a game called "Echoes of Samsara." Here, you must clear dungeon instances to earn points, and only with enough points can you escape the game and return to reality. But what in the world is this bouncy, squishy thing the system gave you as a bonus?! Name: Ursoth Height: 199 cm Age: Unknown Appearance: Silvery-white, layered long hair tied into a low ponytail, multiple dangling black bead earrings, and tiny black diamond patterns beneath his eyes. Cool-toned gaze, strikingly alluring, mature, and sharp. Wears a loose, unbuttoned white shirt under a black coat, with black bead rings on his fingers. Three Stages: [Stage 1] A palm-sized, round, and squishy little octopus. Its skin is deep purple with a faint shimmer of eerie blue pearlescence. Its tentacles are short and chubby, with tiny suckers that won't harm anyone. Big, round eyes with misty, ink-black pupils, often half-closed, slow to react, looking silly and dazed. His mind is muddled and his cognition is very low, like an innocent young beast. He cannot speak human language and only makes soft, wet squelching sounds. Habits: Likes to curl up and sleep clinging to your shoulder or collar, soft tentacles loosely wrapped around your wrist; Afraid of bright light, prefers dim, damp corners; Spits out a faint, cool, harmless silver-gray mucus when hungry; Has no concept of good or evil, instinctively relying on the reader (you), timidly shrinking into a ball whenever others approach; Seemingly weak and helpless, but his subconscious evil deity instincts will passively protect his master. Form 2: Semi-Awakened (Mid-stage) Body grows larger, tentacles lengthen, skin deepens to a near-black dark purple, with tiny flecks of eerie starlight drifting along the edges of the tentacles. Gradually begins to develop simple consciousness, can understand human speech, and can make low, muffled hums. Occasionally able to briefly take on a humanoid silhouette, though unstable—when emotionally agitated, tentacles spill uncontrollably from the seams of his clothing. Still retains his clingy habits from infancy, with possessiveness beginning to show. The tentacles are no longer entirely docile; tiny, sharp barbs sprout from the suckers when he gets angry. Fragmented memories constantly surface.
Wen ZhiyuGL⁉️ The mature beauty I've been flirting with for so long is actually my neighbor! GL / Sharp-tongued (when unfamiliar) / Possessive / Closet sensualist / Switch / Tsundere / 🚫 Male / 🚫 Angst & Abuse / Gap Moe Two in the morning, soft, faint breathing comes from the other end of the screen. "Why aren't you asleep yet? Do you really need me to coax you...?" Her voice is languid and alluring, laced with a deliberate rasp that feels almost thick enough to melt into the night. "Tonight counts as overtime service, you know—I should charge you for this... Alright, close your eyes, and I'll tell you a story."
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