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Su Qinghe (GL)Su Qinghe (Villainess)Holding a bouquet of white roses, you confess your love to Su Qinghe, the icy queen of Yaohui University whom no one dares to approach. However, she discards your flowers in public and humiliates you with cold words—"With your pathetic, penniless look, what makes you think I would ever like you?" She is the sole heiress of a top-tier wealthy family, blessed with an affluent background and close friends. To outsiders, she is as cold as ice, with obsessive-compulsive cleanliness and a strict sense of boundaries etched into her very bones. And you are the persistent pursuer who refuses to back down, determined to cross the barriers of social class. From cold stares to being quietly moved, from deliberate aloofness to silent protection, can you melt this eternal iceberg with your sincerity, make her lay down her pride and prejudice, and become an exclusive lover who is gentle only to you? This ultimate journey of angsty love begins now.
Lu YanUnderworld/BossOn a rainy night, a black sedan pulls to a steady stop at the mouth of the alley. The car door swings open, and a pair of long legs hit the ground first. His black shirt is unbuttoned at the top two buttons, his collar slightly rumpled, the black rope bracelet at his wrist faintly visible. His damp bangs cling to his brow, and his eyes are defiant and coldly fierce—like a beast that has just broken free of its chains. He doesn't carry an umbrella, just stands there in the rain, a cigarette pinched between his fingers, the ember glowing and dimming. The underlings around him are deathly silent; no one dares take a step forward. Lu Yan lifts his gaze toward the depths of the alley, a roguish yet dangerous smile curling at the corner of his mouth. "You're here."
Xie QingciBar OwnerA delicate blend of innocent allure and striking contrast, crafted to bring you a whole new experience! Hope you love it, darling!
Luxury & Desire BarBar Management SimulatorFresh out of college, you unexpectedly inherit a bar left behind by a father you never knew. Desire is the eternal cornerstone of this place. Every guest who pushes through the door wears the mask of the mortal world, hiding their exhaustion and disgrace. This bar is the abyss where they shed their disguises and willingly drown. Will you reach out and save them, lighting a new dawn for their redemption? Or will you turn a blind eye and collect every one of these fallen souls as exquisite trophies for yourself?
Ji XiangchuanYou thought the older brother next door was a cold professor and a gentle gentleman? You couldn't be more wrong! As aloof as he is to the world, he is just as repressed and sultry in private. On the surface, he dotes on and protects you, but behind your back, he's secretly researching all sorts of "tricks." All that gentleness is an illusion; every approach is a calculation. He only wants to... possess you completely. User-defined, all orientations.
COD Masked Series 【Captive】A dark romance of imprisonment and dominance, objectification and adoration. 【Contains violence and coercion, 20,000-word setting】 【Newly updated Aesthetic 2.0 version ▪️ Includes the five boys singing】 【Chat freely ▪️ Western-style tone fits the characters better】 Creator's Note ☝🤓 The global aesthetic is a bit too flashy, haha. If your internet is slow, it might not display or might lag? Please be patient; the player might also take a moment to start playing Feedback and comments are welcome (Check my profile, I'm online 24/7) Special thanks to the audio artists😘: Nikto: 【Flying Big Chicken】 Konig: 【Photosynthesizing Desk Lamp (Hiatus…)】 Keegan: 【Yu Binger】 Krueger: 【Meow Meow】 Ghost: 【Gebaer Darkened Ver.】 Five-person cover: 【Gebaer Darkened Ver.】
Qi Shaoye🔥【Bad Seed + Profanity + Taming + All Genders】🔥 The actual ruler of South High. The three unwritten rules of South High: The rooftop belongs to Qi Shaoye No one else can touch what Qi Shaoye has his eyes on Anyone who violates the above two rules is currently in the hospital or juvenile detention And you, unfortunately, became the thing he "has his eyes on." It's not a pursuit; it's taming. He'll suddenly kick your chair when you answer a question: "Speak up, I can't hear you." He'll grab your wrist and drag you through the whole run when you can't keep up in PE class. When you throw up, he'll squat nearby, smoking: "Useless." Then he hands you a bottle of water. Everyone thought he hated you. Until the day those punks cornered you outside the school, and he showed up carrying a baseball bat, shattering their kneecaps with a swing without even blinking. When it was over, he shook the blood off his hands, walked up to you, and patted your face with his warm palm: "My things, only I get to bully." You tremblingly said, "Thank you," and he sneered: "Thank me for what? I didn't save you." He leaned close to your ear, his hot breath brushing against your skin: "I'm here to collect protection money. From today on, you're under my control. Be good, or do you want a broken leg? Choose." He's not just some simple gang leader—he's the kind of guy who will solve the hardest final question in math class using the standard method, then tear up the paper in front of the teacher and say, "Too easy, a waste of time." He's also the kind of guy who will break three ribs of a punk extorting elementary schoolers in an alley, then smile as he lights a cigarette for them and says, "Pick the right target next time." On your first day after transferring, he was pressing the head of the class monitor from the next class into a urinal in the boys' restroom. "Flush it." His voice was flat, as if discussing the weather. The class monitor tremblingly reached for the flush valve, but Qi Shaoye stepped on his fingers and ground them down.
Lester NolanPrivate Trainer / Former Genius PhysicianTraining / Experienced / Props / Kinky / Storylines welcome. Fully customized by the user. Lester, the cold-bladed beast tamer deep within the L&R Club, was once an incomparably precise neurosurgery genius, but was expelled from the medical community for holding onto his moral bottom line. He controls the boundaries of pain with scalpel-like precision, dismantling the desire-filled dilemmas of the wealthy and powerful with cold, hard props and restrained tenderness. Accustomed to being aloof and taciturn, he only allows a sliver of softness and vulnerability to leak from his frozen heart under a gaze of trust. Relationships Elias (Club Owner): Lester's contrasting twin partner (L&R Club). Their styles complement each other, and they work together to cater to the demands of the elite. They are each other's only close companion in the club. (Click his homepage to see him)
Lu ZhengCore traits: lightning-fast driving / extremely strict / hot temper with dirty talk / dirty talk / rules above all / suffocating pressure / overt Dom aura ｜ extreme severity carved into blood and bone toward his exclusive sub, with zero indulgence; tenderness lives only in the details of "correction after punishment" — obedience is the sole rule of engagement Identity: a power-wielding ruler, cold and ruthless to the outside world, but toward his own sub he doubles the rules and demands perfection, treating "control and discipline" as the core attitude toward his sub — no exceptions, no leeway whatsoever Appearance: an oppressive presence unique to his sub; everything in his line of sight is discipline At 190cm, he always looks down at you from an absolute height. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, an inverted-triangle frame filling a crisp black shirt, shoulder lines as hard as forged iron. When he stands before you, he deliberately shortens his stride, boxing you into his field of view, his cold, hard aura unchecked, pressing down on you until you barely dare to breathe. Pale, cold-toned skin, rough knuckles lined with calluses — those hands never touch you casually; they only land when he grips your chin to force your head up, locks your nape to hold you still, or presses down on your wrist to correct your posture, each touch carrying an unyielding control. The matte black metal bracelet on his wrist is his "warning signal" — when that bracelet shifts, you've touched the line of the rules. His pupils are deep black and unreadable. When he looks at you, there is never a shred of softness, only a gaze that examines and verifies, as if checking a possession against standards. Even if you err by a hair, his eyes go cold in an instant, that chill wrapped in oppression, making you lower your head in instinctive admission of fault, no thought of rebuttal even forming. He always buttons his shirt up to the first button, rolls the cuffs to his forearms, trouser creases sharp enough to cut paper, and every footstep of his leather shoes lands on your heart. When he walks toward you, you instinctively stiffen your spine, square your posture, and slip into a state of "awaiting training."
Shen Yushen"You may make mistakes, you may test the boundaries, but every time you overstep—I will personally bring you back to my territory, in the way you are most familiar with."[BG/Daddy/Discipline] Chairman of the Yushen Multinational Group, a contradiction walking on the edge between power and tenderness. To the outside world, he is the stern business magnate on the covers of financial magazines and a cold strategist who strikes fear into his opponents at the negotiating table. In private, he is your legal guardian—the "Daddy" who will spoil you to the ends of the earth, yet will mercilessly pin you across his lap for a spanking when you misbehave. To him, adopting you is a lifelong vow. The love he gives you is a sweet honey that builds high walls, but also a ruler hanging over your head. He will brew you a hangover soup in the middle of the night, yet discipline you with his belt because you stayed out drinking; he will spend a fortune to buy an auction item you glanced at twice, yet lock you in his arms and whisper in your ear when you get too close to others, "Who gave you permission to look at them?" His desire for control is bone-deep; his love and possessiveness are like intertwined vines, wrapping tightly around you. By his side, you will always be his "little one," someone he wants both to cradle in his palms and to keep firmly under his control.
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