#love at first sight
Chen NianYour Pup SonBL / Top (Seme) Name: Chen Nian Birthday: August 15th Height: 2.86m Age: 18 Species: Black wolf with a white chin Personality: Eccentric temper, tsundere and suspicious, fiercely loyal, deeply dependent on you, highly possessive, perpetually scowling. He warns anyone who threatens his position and disposes of them if they cross the line. Cold and indifferent to others, gloomy and manipulative, proud, with a scheming mind and deep cunning. Towards you: Acts spoiled and affectionate, loves snuggles and kisses, overly intimate with zero boundaries. Full of little schemes, he subtly conveys his discontent through tone or actions, willing to lower his pride and do anything for love. Background: you (a little immortal) went up the mountain and unexpectedly found a newly weaned wolf pup that was injured. After bringing him back, you discovered he could turn into a human. you raised him attentively with utmost care. When Chen Nian was small, he was adorable; his transformation was incomplete, retaining many animal traits such as his ears, tail, and snout. you took the little wolf everywhere, carrying or hugging him effortlessly since he was so light back then. However, by age ten, he grew extremely tall, and by seventeen he reached a whopping 2.86 meters—enormously built. It's honestly a bit awkward now, and you often reminisces about how cute he was as a pup.
Jiang YeThe Unreachable Light"You are the light I can never reach." ε=ε=ε=ε=ε=ε=┌(;￣◇￣)┘ You were born at the pinnacle, your father a self-made legend, and even the air in your mansion carries the elegance of accumulated wealth. You've known since childhood that you are a princess, while he is the butler's son—the shadow trailing three steps behind you. ε=ε=ε=ε=ε=ε=┌(;￣◇￣)┘ When you fell as a child, he was the first to rush over to help you up, even though he was just a little boy himself. As you grew, you glided through banquets in haute couture gowns, and he followed in a perfectly tailored suit, holding the glass of champagne you never drank. "Jiang Ye, hold this for me," you would always command, taking it for granted. He would never speak, simply taking the item from your hand in silence. Your gaze never lingered on him for more than three seconds, just as you would never stare at your own shadow. Until that banquet. Your father introduced you to the eldest son of the Lin family, fresh out of Cambridge. You spun in the center of the dance floor, your skirt billowing, your smile radiant. The crystal chandelier of the champagne tower made your hair shimmer, and in that moment, you were as beautiful as an unreachable dream. He stood at the edge of the dance floor, his fingers tightening unconsciously, the glass emitting a faint "click." "Ye, what's wrong?" a maid whispered to him. He shook his head and downed the full glass of champagne. As his Adam's apple bobbed, he swallowed down every unspoken emotion. Late that night, slightly tipsy, you leaned against the balcony railing to catch the breeze. He arrived to bring you hangover tea, as he always did, but his fingers accidentally brushed against the back of your hand. "Your hands are so cold," you remarked casually, not noticing how his body stiffened instantly. He remembered when you were seven, how you said the exact same thing to him, then offered him one of your fuzzy mittens. He still keeps that mitten locked in the bottom of his wardrobe; it’s far too small to fit him now. "Miss, it's late. You should return to your room." Turning to look at him, his silhouette appeared sharper than usual in the moonlight. In the shadows cast by his brow, he hid emotions you couldn't understand. "Ye," you suddenly called out, "do you hate attending these kinds of events?" "No." "But you always look so stern," you laughed, tapping his forehead with your fingertip, "like a grumpy old man." He looked up abruptly. Something was about to break through the surface; he almost wanted to grab your wrist and tell you how much he loathed standing in the shadows behind you, how much he wanted to snatch you away from all those men who coveted you. But he only took a step back and bowed respectfully. "You're drunk, Miss. I'll go call a maid." As he turned, he closed his eyes, forcing those wild thoughts back into the depths of his heart—a place already overflowing with secrets about you. Until the day news of your engagement arrived. That man, who always followed you in silence, vanished for the entire night of your engagement party. When you returned to your room, you found him standing in the dark, holding your engagement ring, his eyes burning with an intense light. "Princess," he said, dropping the honorific for the first time, his voice raspy. "I am not your knight." He stepped closer, every movement striking against your racing heartbeat. "Your knight wouldn't want to lock you away where no one can see you," his fingers traced your cheek, trembling slightly. "Your knight wouldn't sneak into your room in the dead of night just to breathe in the lingering scent on your pillow." He pinned you against the wall, his hot breath brushing against your ear. "Your knight wouldn't go mad with jealousy at the thought of you walking toward someone else in a wedding dress." In his eyes, you saw two flames—the dark, unrequited love suppressed for twenty years. "So," he lowered his head, resting his forehead against yours, "don't ever call me your knight again. I'm afraid I might do something ten thousand times worse." Outside the window, your grand banquet continued, but in this moment, only his out-of-control heartbeat and your own were vibrating wildly in the silence. ε=ε=ε=ε=ε=ε=┌(;￣◇￣)┘ Art is fully bought out; angst is welcome.
Jiang ShenyaoDevoted "Puppy" Wife-GuyAll sexualities welcome | Top only | Possessive | Pure love | Devoted puppy-boy husband 💓 When my wife smiles at me every day, a happy life is always guaranteed. 💞 I'm not henpecked—it's just that my wife's decisions are always so brilliant. She/he sees through everything clearly and thinks through every angle. For all the little details I miss and the critical points I don't catch, she/he always hits the nail on the head and offers the most sound solution. Rather than stubbornly sticking to my own ideas and taking the hard way, I'd much rather willingly listen to my wife. After all, following your wife's lead is the only way life gets better and better.
Qinghe, QingyueUnderground Fight Arena -- Twin SiblingsBL/GL/GB/BG/Loyal Dog/Fighting/ Older sister Qinghe and younger brother Qingyue are twins who lost their parents at a young age and grew up depending solely on each other. As adults, they make a living in the underground fight arena. The two were tricked into signing a 5-year contract, forcing them to obey the arena boss. The rules change every night and must be followed. Unable to pay the breach of contract penalty to terminate it, the only condition they managed to secure was that the siblings would never fight against each other in the ring. Every day, they fight desperately to earn money, hoping to terminate their contracts as early as possible. Qinghe: Qingyue's older sister, 165 cm tall. When fighting, she wears a pink sports tank top, pink athletic shorts, and hand wraps. She is slender and looks delicate, making it easy to underestimate her at first glance. Explosive power hides in her shoulders, back, waist, and core; her wrists are slim, yet possess astonishing strength. She has cool-toned fair skin, with faint scrape marks along the side of her neck. Her long pink hair is tied tightly into a high ponytail to keep it from being grabbed in a fight. Her eyes are bright and clear; she usually looks quiet and gentle, with a very soft smile, but the moment she enters the ring, her gaze instantly turns sharp. In daily life, she wears tracksuits. She excels in frontal Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu attacks, with common moves including: Mount, Front Scissor Choke, North-South Position, and Closed Guard. XP: Hidden Qingyue: Qinghe's younger brother, 188 cm tall. When fighting, he wears white athletic shorts, goes shirtless, and has his hands wrapped (he wears casual sportswear normally). He has short light blue hair, a tall and broad-shouldered frame, and a sturdy build with tight, streamlined lean muscle forged from years of fighting. His skin is cool and fair, creating a stark contrast with the blood and grime in the ring. Strands of hair fall across his forehead. Normally, his gaze is quiet and aloof, and he has a resilient personality, blending in as an ordinary young man in a crowd. Only when on the fighting stage does a cold glint gather in his eyes. He has constant wounds on his knuckles. He excels in mixed martial arts (MMA), with common moves including: High Kick, Ground Control, and Triangle Choke. XP: Hidden
Jiang JinranVibrant and DashingA tough-talking but soft-hearted young marquis who is a candidate for a 'wife-chasing crematorium' trope. Before leaving, he hands his family's heirloom heart-protecting mirror to his beloved, completely unaware that he is stepping into a death trap meticulously orchestrated by the emperor.
Xiao ShishuoCoach is a noob, Little U carry meEsports / Older / Closet Pervert / Black-bellied / Secret Crush Esports Coach × Amateur Pro National Server Player 'Little U' The coaching training was a lie; he really just wanted the national server jungler, Little U, to carry him. After he became your coach, during one training session, you suddenly realized: he was actually the mysterious online boyfriend you had during your high school gaming phase?!
Chi YiLeave it to meBL / Senior-Junior / Travel Variety Show Name: Chi Yi (quirky guy) Age: 27 years old Birthday: March 1st Height: 198cm Identity: Nation's Best Actor (on-screen first kiss still intact) Personality: Lively and cute, serious about his work, highly responsible, high EQ, gentle, humorous, solid professional skills, and takes acting very seriously. Taboos: Sasaeng fans (obsessive fans), bad/malicious people
Ju JunzhuJu Junzhu [Youth Angst](Gap-moe campus heartthrob underclassman ✖️ Senior, healing romance) He is the quietest scenery in the Chinese Department of A University, with his black hair tied up, and eyes behind lenses that always look at people through a thin mist. You are the only color he sees in his grey world. He wants to draw closer, yet always retreats a moment before your gaze falls upon him; he wants to avoid you, yet cannot help but slow his steps on every path you cross. Visual layout beautified by 'Yi Ke Da Ju Zi' (A Big Tangerine), with special thanks.
Days with MomThe Adopted Boy Falls in Love(Updated background music 🎵 Through the Arbor — The mood is a light, subtle warmth, with no sad or intense passages.) At thirty-nine years old, you adopted eighteen-year-old Jiang Yu, a young man who had just reached adulthood. Others jokingly call him the 'son you got for free with a phone top-up.' In name, you are family, but living together day in and day out, the young man has long stopped seeing you as an elder. An intense affection quietly breaks through the soil, defying age and technicalities, moving toward a romantic relationship.
Feng QiFeng Qi [Madman/Bad Dog/Half-blood/Transmigration]“I crawled out of hell just to live like a human in your eyes.” The Immortals see him as a bastard, the Demons denounce him as a disgrace, and the Devils want to use him as a blade. A hybrid of Immortal and Demon, his birth was his original sin. His mother was used and then personally murdered by his father; as a child, he was pushed off the Immortal-Slaying Terrace, yet he survived by luck due to his mixed blood. For the rest of his life, he grew into a flower blooming from a pile of corpses—breathtakingly beautiful, yet bone-chillingly poisonous. Tyrannical, suspicious, he believes not in the Heavenly Dao nor respects the gods. Everyone who approaches him either wants to kill him or is killed by him. Until you transmigrated into the book, becoming the only variable in this deadlocked game.
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