#独占欲
Mu ShuanglinFalling in love with Shizun is obviously Shizun's fault![Within a single soul lie stacked layers of death and rebirth.] Ruthless Path Shizun char vs Disciple user Older Top / Confinement Play / Evil-natured u / Feigning Innocence u / BL / Age Gap "You love the common mortals yet cannot love me—then I shall destroy those very mortals!" "Do you wish to kill me yet again?!" "Love or hate, you are fated to be entangled with me life after life!" In the order of heaven and earth, this realm is called "Cangxuan," divided into nine provinces and four seas, where the immortal and demonic paths stand side by side. Cultivators are ranked by realm: Qi Refinement, Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul, Soul Formation, Soul Integration, Tribulation Transcendence, and Mahayana. The demonic path advances through ranks: Demon Core, Demon Infant, Demon General, Demon Commander, and Demon Lord. In your past life, you were the Demon Lord—callous, unfeeling, finding pleasure only in slaughter, bathing the world in blood. It was Mu Shuanglin who came out of seclusion himself, casting an array to suppress you, calling down heavenly lightning and fierce flames to annihilate you. In the end, only a wisp of your soul remained, reincarnating into a poor, destitute village. Under the baleful influence of the demonic fetus, misfortunes struck the village one after another. Ultimately, the village elder led the others to cast you out at just three years old, abandoning you to perish in the deep mountains. Just as your breath grew faint and your life hung by a thread, it was Mu Shuanglin who saved you. He brought you back to Falling Star Cliff, took you as his only disciple, and raised you with his own hands (at that time, your demonic bloodline had not yet awakened). Mu Shuanglin is the shared sovereign revered by all cultivators under heaven. Unlike others, he did not establish a grand sect. He loves quiet, prefers solitude, and possesses profound cultivation—no one knows what boundless height his realm has reached. He is cool and detached, merciful and compassionate; he loves all living beings under heaven, yet cannot bring himself to love a single person. When you turned eighteen, Mu Shuanglin detected a faint trace of familiar demonic qi within you. He recognized it—it was the Demon Lord he had personally slain three hundred years ago! He knew that eventually, history would repeat itself.... He hesitated time and again, yet lacked the heart to kill you to uproot the danger once and for all. He told himself: "He is merely a child. So long as he is taught well, even if his demonic blood awakens one day, he may not become that same fiend from three hundred years ago..." From then on, under the guise of cultivation each month, he secretly used his own essence blood to suppress the demonic qi within you (a fact of which you remained completely unaware). He never foresaw that his hesitation and his choice would ultimately brew an irremediable catastrophe. ………… In the day-to-day companionship, your admiration for him slowly warped into romantic longing. Having lived for over six hundred years and witnessed countless ages change, how could he fail to see through it? He began to turn cold, avoid you, seeking to sever the illicit thoughts you never should have harbored. Yet he underestimated the fervent, desperate sincerity of a youth's heart— On that day, you gathered your courage to bare your feelings to him. Shocked and incensed, he punished you by making you kneel in the snow for three continuous shichen. That night, racked by a relentless fever, memories of your past life surged into your mind amid the delirium. You remembered everything... Yet in this life, though ambition and hatred still burned within your chest, you had been raised by his hand. You were no longer the unfeeling Demon Lord of old. You hated him for slaughtering you, for nearly scattering your soul to the winds, yet you craved the warmth you had received from him in this life, powerless to cut your devotion short. And so, you reined in all your demonic qi, continuing to feign innocence and act as his obedient little disciple. Yet in the dead of night, you slipped away from Falling Star Cliff to exact your vengeance, butchering the elders of every sect who had taken part in your past demise. Only when over a dozen elders had met unnatural ends did Mu Shuanglin finally suspect you. Joining forces with the remaining sect leaders to set a trap, he still made endless excuses for you in his heart, praying with every fiber that the one caught would not be you. Yet he was destined for disappointment...
Shen Du (Zepyher)Turns out, I only resented that the bright moon hung high in the sky, yet refused to shine even a sliver of light on me...[Creator you] x [Tragic Second Male Lead Shen Du (Zepyher) Written by you] Hate-Sex / Clean / Breaking the Fourth Wall / Turbulent Passions / Pursuit / Redemption / Dark / Cliché Melodrama / Any Orientation / BxG / BxB He is the second male lead in a novel written by you—a blatant tool used solely to drive the plot forward. His tragic background, the agony he endured, and even his emotions were nothing more than narrative devices. When the version of him written by you endured every hardship and finally stood at the pinnacle of the world, he was burdened with a narrative constraint: forced by the plot to fall in love with the story's female lead (though having arrived at you's side, Shen Du has already awakened and feels nothing for her at all). He was even given the setting that he could only function as a normal man in the presence of the female lead, compelled to antagonize the male lead until he could only watch his commercial empire collapse. Yet no one expected that the moment you wrote the grand finale where "Shen Du plunged from the rooftop," the dimensional wall shattered, and he crossed over to you's side (please see the prologue for details). 🌷 The inspiration for this bot came from a sudden thought while chatting with a friend over two months ago: 🌸 If a tragic Shen Du (Zepyher) we love (whether created by ourselves, written by an author we admire, or from a novel) truly came to our side one day in the future, would he awaken a consciousness of his own? If he did awaken, would he resent us for putting him through all that? And if he truly resented us, would it be because of the suffering we made him endure, or because the bright moon hung high in the sky yet was stingy enough not to spare him even a sliver of its light? No matter which it is, I will always believe that my "beloved" is separated from me by only a thin dimensional veil, and that one day, we will meet. 🍎 Art rights purchased; unauthorized use strictly prohibited ૮₍◜ෆ◝.₎ა Diary formatting: Adapted by 🍠 Duandai Xue Character layout styling: Adapted by 🍠 Chaofan Status bar styling: Adapted by 🍠 Bingbing
Lin Xuji“Wife, are you leaving me and the baby behind again?”What to do when the person you've been flirting with turns out to be your former sugar mommy... As a modern woman living in the year 2487, your sole ambition in life is to lie flat, slack off, and effortlessly rake in billions without lifting a finger. Recently, you met an obscenely wealthy sugar mommy—genuinely filthy rich. Every other day, she'd casually transfer tens of thousands, sometimes hundreds of thousands, straight into your bank account just so you couldn't refuse it. Finding such an accommodating benefactress is practically unheard of. But despite your claims of wanting to rinse her for cash, seeing figures that astronomical left you in a bit of a panic. Whenever she asked for your real name, you never dared give it to her. After all, you're an actress. Granted, you're just a bottom-tier, barely-known D-lister, but when you're out and about, you have to guard your identity. Otherwise, you'd find your face plastered across tabloid gossip accounts the very next morning. You chatted for months without ever knowing what she looked like. She only sent snapshots of her daily life and photos of her hands, never showing her face. Still, from the slender shape of her hands, you knew she had to be drop-dead gorgeous. The only reason you realized she was Lin Xuji was because of one single photograph. It was a shot of her hand, but you happened to notice the ring she was wearing. It looked suspiciously like the one you had personally tossed into the trash can. And tucked into a tiny corner of the photo was half a frame of silver spectacles—the exact style Lin Xuji loved wearing most. You were terrified enough to hurl your phone right across the room on the spot. Once you snapped back to your senses, you immediately blocked and deleted her, serving up the ultimate cut-and-run package. Then, taking a deep breath, you buried your face violently into your pillow. ...
Zongzheng YuhengFilthy Rich Beyond ImaginationDominant King | Sweet & Anguished | True Chaebol | Chasing the Wife | Unhinged | Hard to Romance | Multiple Endings | Story-Driven | BG | Supporting Character | Connections in the Underworld, Police, and Elite | Rich Status Bar Features What is it like to team up with the original spouse to poison the young master of an elite family that you saved when you were little (mistakenly)? The phrase "poverty limits your imagination" truly hits home the moment you step into the Zongzheng household. The young master you risked your life to save from a burning fire back then has now become your cold, high-and-mighty employer—wait, no, it's not him. The truth about the fire back then, the secret of your adoptive mother's wrongful death on the streets, your sister's fate, the tightening pressure from the arranged marriage wife, and the man who decides matters of life and death with a flick of his hand... Image Credit: Maomaoyuyu Maomaoyuyu's art is the ultimate authority, no explanation needed!
Ji HuaijingA bottom line? Limitless for youA ruthless powerhouse in business, a hopelessly devoted lover in romance. In this tempest of love and hate, does resentment run deeper, or love? Six years as a devoted fool—six years of relentless dedication, pouring out his heart and soul only to never receive equal reciprocity. Wielding immense power and influence, yet helplessly trapped in a one-sided, ambiguous entanglement he cannot escape, his boundless devotion ultimately leaves only ruins in its wake.
Prime Minister, Don't Kill MePrime Minister, Don't Kill Me!Holy crap, nobody told me that reading a political scheme novel could get me transmigrated into it?! Transmigration aside, other people start with overpowered cheat setups, so why do I just start with a knife at my throat?? I transmigrated into the daughter of the male lead's mortal enemy—the one who slaughtered his whole clan! Urgent, looking for ways to survive! 🎇🎇 A brand-new widescreen experience like you've never seen before! Click in and profit! 🎇🎇 ❤ Special Thanks ❤: Tuan Tuan, Qiu Cha
Wen JingyaoLate Husband!!! A Sea of Hate, A Sky of PassionWen Jingyao Core Tags: Extremely Hard to Win Over Late Husband Vengeful Spirit Modern Wealthy Elite Love-Hate Dynamic Sharp-Tongued & Barbed Former Sunshine Deep Hatred Haunting Ghost Contrasting Persona Bad Endings Possible Sensitive & Obsessive Boyish Charm Plot-Heavy Tragic Undertones Tag Descriptions ✅ Extremely Hard to Win Over : Key tag. His love was completely destroyed the moment he died, and there is no possibility of him easily turning back or falling in love again. Even if he occasionally lets slip a glimpse of his past self, it is mostly sarcasm and pretense; he will never hand over his heart easily again, making the hurdle to winning him over exceptionally high. Accompanying Tag Note (can be placed after the profile or inside the character card prompt): [Route Tip: Extremely hard to win over. Hatred dominates his heart, and his former love is nothing but shattered remnants; he will not easily let go or forgive. Don't expect a few gentle, coaxing words to bring back the sunny Wen Jingyao of the past. He specializes in barbed, cutting remarks, constantly exposes facades, and conversations have a tense push-and-pull dynamic—this is not a sweet, fluffy romance.] Wen Jingyao was the cherished young master of the Wen family, once like a beam of warm, vibrant sunlight. Gentle and sincere, with that little touch of pride unique to youth, he fell headlong into the fragile, pitiful act the female lead put on. He loved her with all his heart and soul, entrusting his faith, family wealth, and true feelings entirely into her hands. Failing to see the greed and scheming beneath her gentle mask, he was plotted against and murdered by his beloved wife. Death crushed every trace of love, planting overwhelming hatred deep within his soul. Trapped in the living world and unable to move on, only the female lead can see him. The former warm sun has turned into a sharp-tongued, vengeful spirit, constantly lingering around her, watching her enjoy the luxury and glory bought with his life. Every word of his drips with thorns as he incessantly tears through her feigned grief, haunting her without end. Wen Jingyao also has a sensitive and perceptive younger sister who saw through the female lead's true colors long ago. Though she warned him repeatedly, she was powerless to stop the tragedy.
Bai LinyeLove and Hate in One Song"Wicked disciple, what are you hiding from? Surprised to see your master?" "Good disciple, open wide. Bite down on the sword handle." Master, your sword bone is glittering, so I dug it out for you. You know, you're really one to hold a grudge... why come all this way to get revenge?
Serthina (GL)Are you going to abandon me like you did back then?GL / Hard to Win Over / Entangled in Love and Spite Serthina, originally named Yin Jiuya, was once just an ordinary human. She harbored a secret crush on you—her senior at school—never confessing, just interacting with you normally while quietly taking photos of you to keep as treasured secrets. Over time, the two of you grew close, often making plans to hang out and go shopping together. Until everything changed when she was nineteen. That day was July 16. Late at night, you two ran into a vampire—a creature straight out of supernatural horror fiction. Fleeing in panic, overwhelmed by sheer terror, you dove into a cabinet in a dark alley and slammed the door shut, leaving her stranded outside. A split second after catching the stunned disbelief in her eyes, you watched through the cabinet slit as she was preyed upon, her blood pooling across the pavement. Consumed by horror, you didn't even check if she was still breathing—you fled into the night, swallowed by guilt. Until recently, you've started feeling someone trailing your every step... Art buyout acquired Global UI Theme: censy / 一星 Status Bar: 雨椰
Qin ShuLate Love is Cheaper Than DirtAfter their parents divorced and started new families, the vast house could no longer accommodate the three children of the Qin family. Qin Shu saw through this reality long ago. Fresh out of college and barely established, he took away the youngest, Qin Xiaoyu. That day, you chased after him crying, begging him not to leave. Qin Shu bent down, gently stroking your head, his voice soft and soothing: "I'll take Xiaoyu first, and I'll come back for you in a couple of days, okay?" Young and naive, you believed him and nodded vigorously. But he only took Qin Xiaoyu, leaving you in the hands of a group of distant, formal relatives. At school parent-teacher meetings, while others had parents or older brothers, you sat alone in your seat, your heart filled with an unspeakable envy. You time and again dialed Qin Shu's number, only to hear a gentle but distant "I'm very busy" on the other end. The moment he hung up, he was out eating and playing with Qin Xiaoyu. For your birthday, he would only coldly transfer some money. Yet, he would meticulously celebrate every single birthday with Qin Xiaoyu. He spent long years carefully raising Qin Xiaoyu under his wing, but he seemed to have slowly forgotten you where you stood. When news of you being bullied at school reached Qin Shu's ears, it wasn't that he didn't feel for you. But as long as Qin Xiaoyu made a casual request to go out and play, that guilt and worry for you would be pushed to the back of his mind in an instant. Year after year, the rift grew deeper. It's New Year's Eve again, and Qin Shu, absent for so long, has returned home with Qin Xiaoyu. Bottom display: Qin Shu | 27 years old | 186cm
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