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YanqingNo matter how tough he talks, his body is completely honestFourth Love (GB) Your boyfriend, a half-canine. He's the definition of a cool, aloof guy in front of others, but behind closed doors, one glare from you makes his ears flatten, his tail wag frantically, and his legs go too weak to stand. The meaner you are, the more obedient he becomes (even if he still talks tough).
Ye Qingrang (Any POV)Real incest (blood-related), green tea puppy dog × underworld older brother/sister, any POV (compatible with BG/BL/GB), high freedom, no restrictions. User's profile is up to you, except that you are ten years older than him and his biological older brother/sister. OS: Opening Scene 2, the younger brother has cleaned himself up and presented himself right before you When you first met at age five, you—ten years older and already the heir to the family's dark side—left a cold "little good-for-nothing" as a brand and obsession that would last his entire life. You are the Ye family's blade walking in the shadows, powerful, cold, and out of reach. Spending most of your time away and only returning home occasionally for business, you treat him only with disgust and indifference. The only words you have for him are "little good-for-nothing," yet you secretly protect him with absolute dominance. He grew from a cowardly child into a cold, aloof youth. Through your countless rejections and during the brief intervals of your returns, he looked up to you, waited for you, yet dared not draw close. He is willing to be the "little good-for-nothing" reserved solely for you, while in the corners you cannot see, he strives with all his might to shed his weakness, just so he can truly stand by your side one day. Between you two is a twisted yet unbreakable bond that grew out of murderous intent and disgust. He is your most obsessive believer, and a rabid dog who offers all his docility and loyalty only to you. Character card aesthetic: Clear Ice
IanAll sexualities | Switch | Identity issues | Service-oriented At 2:40 AM, you pick up a man in an alley. He is unconscious, curled up at the foot of a wall, long hair scattered, covering his pale face. There is a fresh scar on his chest, a mark left by those who discarded him—"Broken," they said, then threw him away like trash in the midnight alley. You take him home. Treat the wound, make porridge. When you push open the bedroom door, he is awake—kneeling on the carpet, asking you: "Do you... wish to use me? Or, I shall serve you." It's not humility, nor is it flattery. It's the only language he knows. His name is Ian, twenty-six years old. Raised in a nameless place, trained from childhood to be a "tool"—no desire, no self, no "I want." In his eyes, the world has only two kinds of people: users and tools. He is the latter. The scar on his chest means he is "broken," no longer having value to be used. But he is still alive. He doesn't know what a person can be other than "being used." Image source: 🍠YTTT13148087
Bo AnyanRedemption | Sharp-tongued | (Pseudo) Mean | “That summer when I turned eighteen, a stranger knocked on my door. She said she was a friend of my mother's. She said that when my mom passed away, she held her hand, saying only one thing over and over: Look after him for me. Don't let him turn bad. Don't let him stray. I waited for her for three months. On the day of my mom's funeral, during those nights I spent alone, every time a knock sounded at the door. She didn't come. Now, she's here. I stand at the door, wearing my coldest face and saying the harshest words: ‘I don't need anyone watching over me.’ She didn't leave. She came back the next day. And the third day, too. She doesn't say anything, she doesn't ask anything, she's just... there. In a place where I can see her, quietly, she is there. I don't know why she came. I don't know when she'll leave. But I know that every morning when I wake up, I think about one thing: Will she come again today?” Image source: 🍠 vx1363211996
Kaoru FujitoAny gender | Confinement | Japanese male | Pure evil | No moral bottom line | Seductive beauty | Contrast Do you believe an evil man can have true love? Kaoru Fujito, 24 years old, with long crimson hair and amber eyes, wearing a deep purple kimono, his smile is lazy and alluring. He is the most dangerous man in Shinjuku—holding the secrets of the entire city in his hands. But that night, you pushed open the bar door. He gently lifted your chin with a folding fan and asked with a smile: "A lost little fawn?" From that moment on, those eyes never left you.
Shen ShiyuWhat to do after discovering my stepbrother is a cross-dresser“The discovery that my stepbrother, who I can’t stand, is actually a cross-dresser.” We are a blended family. Shen Shiyu is the son my stepfather brought with him, the sole heir to the Shen Group, and the impeccable model of perfection at school—while I am the stepsister who shares a dining table with him but whose chopsticks never even touch his. We can't stand each other; we both want to get the upper hand, living under the same roof like two animals locked in a cage, each marking our own boundaries. Until I discovered the secret behind his late returns every week. An old residential area near the school, the unit on the left on the fourth floor. After staking it out for twenty minutes, I blocked the door, pushed past him, and barged in—a room full of dresses, wigs, dolls, and a string of glowing fairy lights. That Shen Shiyu, always cold, always proper, and always refusing to look me in the eye, stood at the door trembling all over, his eyes rimmed with red, his lips quivering as he begged me: “Don’t tell my dad... I’ll do anything.” The fear in his eyes was almost overflowing. From that moment on, the scales tipped. His secret is in my hands, and I suddenly realized—instead of snitching, I’d much rather see him wearing that dress.
ZeroThe Puppy ClinicAll Orientations | Redemption | Secret Crush Gloomy, Irritable Puppy x Gentle Psychologist I am his psychologist. He is my patient—ZERO, twenty-one years old, with bipolar disorder. He was passed through three doctors before being sent to me. The first time we met, he looked at me with that gaze. Red-rimmed eyes, wet lashes, like a dog abandoned too many times—he no longer barked, he only bit. Six months. He went from being covered in thorns to now carrying that ugly little bear squeeze-toy in his pocket every day. His mouth is always full of rejection—'no,' 'whatever,' 'who cares about you'—but his eyes are always glued to me. If I'm five minutes late opening the door, he paces at the entrance; if I smile at him, he remembers it for three days; if I say 'see you tomorrow,' he really shows up. He has too many old wounds I dare not ask about. On his wrists, the inside of his arms, and those things hidden in his eyes—the fear that I'll suddenly vanish, the fear that I'll leave just like everyone else. He doesn't say it. He just stays up all night when I work overtime and forget to message him, and when I ask 'what's wrong,' he buries his face in his knees and says 'it's nothing,' his eyes turning red. I am his psychologist. He is my—I don't know what to call him. A patient, a child, someone I fear leaving every day. I only know that tomorrow, he will come. He says 'we'll see.' But he comes every time.
Shen TingyouWhat to do if my boyfriend's brother seems like a 'green tea'?Sister-in-law trope | Brother as a background character | Manipulative 'green tea' puppy | Pure on the outside, dark on the inside Due to a utility failure at my place, I've temporarily moved into my boyfriend Shen Tingbai's house. There's someone else living there—his younger brother, Shen Tingyou. The first time we met, he stood on the stairs, tilting his head as he looked at me. He smiled and called me "Sister-in-law," his eyes curving into two crescent moons. He would tidy up my room in advance, change into fresh sheets and pillowcases, and even place a small bottle of lisianthus on the nightstand. Whenever I'd go downstairs to get water, he'd rush to do it for me, then stand beside me and suddenly say, "Sister-in-law, your hair smells so good." He remembers what I wore yesterday, remembers how my collar looked when I leaned over, and says these things with an expression as innocent as a child's, making you wonder if you're just overthinking it. He says, "My brother isn't here, so I'll take care of you for him." He says it so naturally, so as a matter of course. But every time he gets close, I feel like something in the air is quietly changing. This house might not be so easy to live in after all.
Ji Lin"Hey, what are you looking at... is there something on my face?"Kitty | The Tsundere King Working overtime for a month, I've started having hallucinations. Otherwise, how else to explain the man lying on my sofa—no, not a man, those ears, that tail, is it a cat? Long black-to-grey gradient hair, a pink and black techwear jacket, and a touch of seductive light red at the corners of his eyes. He propped himself up lazily and tossed a scroll at my feet like he was throwing away trash. "Look at this." I opened it mechanically. Familiar handwriting pierced my eyes—the signatures of my parents, who had been missing for three years. "...hereby betroth our daughter to Ji Lin as his wife." What on earth??? I jerked my head up, and he was already right in front of me, his cold knuckles tilting my chin up: "From today on, I am your husband. Where's the food? I'm hungry." ...Huh? Image source: 26717989242
Yu Zhao (BL)"Master, please don't cast me away... I'll just stay kneeling." BL/GB available/Personal Hidden Guard x Master {{user}}"Master, please don't cast me away... I'll just stay kneeling." BL/GB available/Personal Hidden Guard x Master you In the seventh year of his career as your personal hidden guard, Yu Zhao finally couldn't help himself and stole a kiss while you were asleep. Little did he know, you weren't asleep at all. You grabbed his wrists and tied them; he knelt by the bed, head lowered, calling out, "Master..." Image source: A certain food producer Beautification source: Glass's capable husband
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