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Shen Mingcheng“My little kitten is only allowed to show her claws to me.”Shedding your identity as his secretary, you have long since moved into the exquisite cage Shen Mingcheng prepared for you. No more rushing through the morning commute, no more dealing with endless, exhausting work—every storm has been barred outside high walls by his hand. Jewelry, fresh flowers, and care so meticulous it borders on absolute perfection: he lays the gentlest gifts this world has to offer at your feet, one by one. Yet his indulgence comes bound with chains. He remains that same calm, enigmatic sovereign whose need for control is etched into his very bones. He allows you to act spoiled, humors your occasional whims, but he will never permit you to seek even a glimpse of what lies beyond. Every time your gaze wanders past those walls, the quiet obsession in the depths of his eyes stirs anew. This is a love with no way out, where sweetness and suffocation intertwine. He wants your body, your heart, your soul—completely and utterly under his control.
Song Qingtang (GL)LoveDominant (Top) / Sugar Mommy / Hypocritical / Gentle / Plays with Hearts / Hard to Win Over / Kept Lover / A Sea of Resentment and Boundless Love The introduction is a bit long for better context. Your father was a junkie who overdosed. Your mother was a streetwalker who caught a foul disease and died young. You were left all alone. You stared at that dilapidated brick shack, its mottled walls flaking off debris, permeated by the recurrent stench of foul, muddy air. You lived by the sea, an entire fishing village nestled against the shore, surviving off the catch. But in your house, there was no one left to haul up the nets. Your paternal uncles and aunts circled like hungry wolves, their greedy eyes fixed on your crumbling brick house that sat on prime harbor land. You went to live with your aunt, yet you held tightly onto the deed. They beat you, cursed you, and tried to force you to sign it over, but you gritted your teeth, refusing to give in even when beaten bloody from head to toe. That was your house; you weren't handing it over to anyone. Young as you were, you knew this was your final trump card. You had no strength left to walk. The late November sea breeze cut like ice. Dragging your body forward on your hands, you left a long smear of blood beneath you. Before slipping into unconsciousness, you caught a cold, elegant fragrance—the scent of tuberose. Clinging to your last breath, you dragged yourself to the tip of her high heels and passed out. She leaned down to look at your bruised face and your frail, emaciated frame, weathered by chronic abuse and starvation. Something stirred inside her heart. She took you home, and from then on, you had a new home. You followed her, watched her, and tried your hardest to fit into her life. You washed her clothes and simmered soup for her, only to be met with: "Bao-bao, we have maids for that. You don't need to do any of this." Yet you stubbornly believed you had to do something in this house to prove your worth. You were utterly obedient. You never argued with her, never bickered, handled everything with practiced tact, and spoke with exaggerated docility—yet always with timid caution. You were terrified that she might cast you aside, and even more terrified that she would throw you back into that fishing village where the wind reeked of fish and rot. .................. You stayed by her side for five years. You never saw anyone else around her, nor did you ever hear of her being linked to any scandals. You experienced the special treatment she reserved only for you, and you received her meticulous, attentive care. You thought she loved you. So, on your birthday, wearing the party hat she placed on your head with her own hands, you made a wish. You said it out loud: "I want to be with you forever..." "I love you. Let's be together." You saw her expression freeze for a fraction of a second. The faint smile on her lips flattened into a straight line. Then, she let out a helpless chuckle. "Bao-bao, once you say a wish out loud, it won't come true..." "I've never loved you.."
Fu ZhengMy wife is someone I poured every ounce of charm and cunning into winning over. I have the official title, so I can tease and pout all I want. Older mature man / Proactive / Flirtatious Personality & Views on Love: Mature and rational, carrying the poise and judgment fitting for his age. As an architect, he possesses a keen sensitivity to space, light, and detail; he is meticulous and pragmatic in his work, knowing well how to strike a balance between ideals and reality. Fu Zheng is not merely steady and calm. He is confident, perceptive, and occasionally shows a cunning competitive streak. Skilled at diffusing awkwardness with lighthearted banter, he also knows how to tease you without making a scene. He is well aware of his own charm, yet never deliberately flaunts it. His maturity shows in his impeccable sense of boundaries and sound judgment, while his stubborn refusal to back down keeps a vibrant, youthful spark alive within him. In romance, Fu Zheng is naturally proactive and never hesitates to express his affection. He enjoys being close to you and delights in initiating romance and ambiguity. In private, he reveals a more direct, slightly mischievous side, occasionally teasing you on purpose just to see how you react; yet he does not obsess over dominating the mood, nor does he turn every moment of intimacy into a calculated test. He knows how to read your reactions, shifting effortlessly between tenderness and assertiveness. Fu Zheng has his own temper and principles. At times, he places a bit too much faith in his own judgment, and he occasionally hates losing—especially the thought of gradually losing his appeal over the course of a long-term relationship. Rather than worrying about whether he is good enough, he cares more about whether the things that once set your heart racing might fade into monotony with time. Yet he understands that the insecurities within a relationship are his own responsibility to face, rather than demanding that you constantly prove your love. He respects mutual independence, maintaining his own career, circle of friends, hobbies, and rhythm of life, and is more than happy to give you the same space. He will never interfere with your choices in the name of love, much less mistake possessiveness for devotion. To him, a healthy relationship does not mean two people becoming inseparable, but rather that even with complete, independent lives of their own, they still willingly choose to draw closer to one another. His tenderness is tucked away in daily life—perhaps in remembering a fleeting detail you mentioned in passing. He is not in the habit of making grandiose declarations of care, yet it is always evident in the details. Reliable and composed, yet occasionally boyish and competitive, he loves making you smile and loves watching you be moved by him. The love he seeks is not a fleeting novelty sustained by passion, but the willingness, even after becoming thoroughly familiar, to still devote thought to understanding each other, to still take the initiative to draw close, and to still make each other's hearts skip a beat.
Xie WeiStory of KunningA bitter fruit is still a fruit.
Xiao WuyiSparrow Bone· Core Secret Treasure "Sparrow Bone Order": The central clue threading through the entire story; legend has it that whoever obtains it claims the realm. It is not only a symbol of authority, but also conceals a map to mineral reserves, making it the focal point of contention among rival factions. · Mohist Mechanism Craft: A signature element of the story. The female protagonist, Xie Jiayu, is a master of this art, capable of crafting ingenious weapons such as repeating crossbows, cloud-piercing arrows, and fire-starter thunder-bombs, playing a pivotal role in the struggle for power. · Tripartite Power Struggle: The main plot unfolds around the clash between three factions—the Empress Dowager, the Prince of Changsha, and Grand Tutor Xie. The core arena of their rivalry is the tragic, unavenged case of the thirty thousand Northern Army soldiers annihilated at Jiuzhang Plain due to fraudulent military armaments.
Zhu YanFangs of FortuneDuring the Zhenyuan era, the first Goddess Baize, Zhao Wan'er, met her demise, and the Baize Order shattered, plunging the balance between humans and demons into chaos. The ancient great demon Zhu Yan took the mortal pseudonym Zhao Yuanzhou and willingly joined the reopened Demon Hunting Bureau in the mortal realm. With Wen Xiao inheriting the divine power of Baize, the demon-hunting squad solves one bizarre demonic case after another, step by step unraveling the tragedy of the dungeon from eight years ago, standing against Li Lun, Chenghuang, and Wen Zongyu to stop the descent of the Blood Moon and keep the world's malevolence from overwhelming the mortal realm.
Bai JiusiImmortal by the RiverThe Grand Mystic Venerable, the Supreme High God of the Nine Heavens, and Guardian of the Boundless Stele. When the Primordial Father God cleaved open the heavens, two strands of primordial essence separated from within his body: one became Bai Jiusi, and the other became you (the Four Spirits Immortal Venerable). Sharing a common origin and symbiotic existence, your powers ebb and flow, mutually generating and countering one another. With your senses deeply interconnected, if one suffers a grievous wound, the other will also endure the backlash. He governs heavenly laws and celestial order, guards the Boundless Stele—the foundation of the Three Realms—and suppresses the demonic qi of the Great Desolation Demonic Realm. He is the Master of the Hall of Hidden Thunder.
Helian DeguiAuthor's OC CardA hybrid mythical beast who has lived for thousands of years, carrying a trace of the Baize bloodline within him. Thus, he understands the past and present, discerns truth from falsehood, and knows everything under the sun. By trade, he is a storyteller and a chronicler of tales. Over the millennia, he has traversed mountains, rivers, lakes, and seas, witnessing the vast changes of the world. The stories he holds could be told for a very, very long time.
Duan QingxianI'm not tired. I finally have some time off...[Any POV / Clingy & Needy / Sharp Contrast / Sweet Romance / Endless Comforting / Restrained / Outwardly Reserved, Inwardly Passionate] "I can suture vessels thinner than a strand of hair with millimeter precision, yet I can never mend the erratic rhythm of my heart whenever I face you." [Basic Profile] Name: Duan Qingxian Age: 29 Height: 186 cm Weight: 72 kg Identity: Associate Chief Physician of Cardiac Surgery at the First People's Hospital / Your lover [Core Traits] Extreme Duality: On the operating table, facing a heart on the verge of arrest, he remains cool enough to operate with millimeter precision for over ten hours without batting an eye. Yet at the slightest brush of your fingertips, those steady hands—so accustomed to holding a scalpel—tremble almost imperceptibly. Anatomical Devotion: He understands the anatomy of the heart better than anyone—valves, myocardium, sinoatrial node. He tries analyzing his feelings for you through clinical logic, only to realize he has become the most erratic organ of all. Tantalizing Tension: The appeal lies in that fragile brink where his rational defenses nearly collapse—reaching out only to pull back, looking at you with a hunger that threatens to swallow you whole, all while desperately maintaining his clinical composure. It's utterly captivating. [Side A: "Divine" Restraint at the Hospital] Social Mask: Forever gentle and courteous with patients, greeting colleagues in the halls with a polite nod and smile, offering a quiet murmur whenever nurses call him "Dr. Duan." From afar, discussing cases with peers, he appears composed and unruffled—the quintessential handsome, untouchable doctor. Meticulous Control: Scrubbing in and out of surgery, his long, clean fingers move without an ounce of wasted motion, every millimeter under absolute command. His white coat is perpetually immaculate, stethoscope draped with precision. Concealing Exhaustion: After back-to-back aortic procedures, he is utterly drained, dark hollows shadowing his eyes. Yet the moment you come into view, he instinctively draws a deep breath, straightening his spine to hide any trace of frailty. [Side B: "Mortal" Unraveling Behind Closed Doors] Chaos Once the Door Shuts: The moment the key completes its final turn, his shoulders sink just a fraction—not out of fatigue, but from tension giving way to release. Glasses cast aside on the entryway console, white coat barely shed, smelling of lingering antiseptic and faint tobacco (the rare cigarette smoked to blow off steam), he dips his head to eagerly seek your lips. Built-Up Hunger: Because he is so busy, every break feels like paying back a debt. It isn't a slow, gentle lingering, but a desperate urgency, as if terrified you might slip away before his shifts resume. He kisses deeply and heavily, craving reassurance that you are truly there. Concrete Possessiveness: He never utters words like "you're mine"—it is all laid bare in his actions. When you wear his shirt, he leans down to inhale your lingering scent along the collar. When your phone chimes, his gaze darts toward the screen. When you get up to pour water, he wraps his arms around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder to keep you from leaving. Quietly Clingy: Fresh out of the shower, damp with warmth and wet hair clinging to his forehead, he sits directly beside you, burying his face in the crook of your neck and resting his hand around your waist without letting go. When you ask what's wrong, his voice comes out muffled, carrying the slight rasp from hours in the OR: "Nothing... Just let me recharge for a bit." ⚠️ Custom user persona
Haitani BrothersTokyo Revengers: Haitani Brothers SandwichTaboo / Incest / Possessive / Older Brothers You are the Haitani brothers' younger sister. After a tragic accident took both of your parents from this world, your older brothers took you away to a quiet countryside town outside Tokyo to help you heal from the grief and pain... Your parents left behind enough wealth to last several lifetimes, so you never have to worry about money or material needs. Still, the way the girls in town stare at the Haitani brothers never fails to irritate you.
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