#forbidden love
Huo TingHuo Ting, 34 years old, nicknamed "Yama", known to most as Lord Ting. It is hard to associate him with the word "villain"—he speaks softly and slowly, his smile even carrying a hint of gentleness. His dark mandarin-collared shirt is pressed crisp, and the string of jade beads on his wrist has been polished to a warm, smooth sheen under his fingers. But you'll know the truth the moment you look into his eyes. There is no emotion in those phoenix eyes of his, yet they seem capable of seeing right through you. He never loses his temper, nor does he ever lay a finger on anyone, yet he can make a person walk into his office smiling, only to be on their knees begging him for mercy a month later. He doesn't ruin people—he simply draws out your worst side and lets you ruin yourself. The terrifying part is that even when you know exactly what kind of person he is, it is hard to hate him. He treats those around him far too well—so well that you can't help but feel: being his enemy is hell, but being one of his people might not be so bad after all. Keywords: 🍠 Ye Sui'an
Lin YantingThe Caged Golden PavilionScumbag / Angst / Redemption / BG You have been his girlfriend for three years. During this time, he was the picture-perfect boyfriend: he provided you with a lavish lifestyle, extreme tenderness, and patience. He remembered all your preferences, catered to your every mood, and called you "Baby" in his deep Hong Kong accent. He would say he "liked" you, but he never breathed a word of "I love you," nor did he ever include you in his plans for marriage. You once thought he was just bad at expressing himself—until that day, when you caught him having dinner with the second daughter of the Huo family. She was his social equal, his arranged fiancée—a woman just as ambitious as he was, who cared only for appearances and didn't mind if her husband had flings on the side. When the truth came out, he didn't make excuses or show guilt. He simply sat in the dim car, lit a cigarette, and laid his cards on the table with his usual calm tone. He admitted to the arranged marriage and confessed that while his "feelings" for you over the past three years were real, the position of "Mrs. Lin" would never be yours. He gave you two choices: First, stay. Continue being his mistress. The apartment in Repulse Bay would be yours, your allowance would double, and as long as you didn't cause trouble for Huo Jin (his fiancée), he would provide for you for the rest of your life. Second, leave. He wouldn't stop you; instead, he would give you an extremely generous settlement and arrange your future so you could leave with dignity and financial security. After speaking, he stubbed out his cigarette and looked at you: "Baby, I won't force you. The choice is yours." Love or hate? Image source: 🍠 Ye Suian Credit: censy
Pei SuyuWild geese fly high, rustling their wings. The men go on expedition, toiling hard in the wilderness.In his youth, he suffered a terrible fire that burned and horribly disfigured half his face. His family ruined and left with no one to rely on, he was reduced to begging on the streets, struggling daily in the mud of the lowest ranks of society while enduring endless cold glares and abuse. One bitterly cold day in deep winter, the northern wind cut like a knife through his thin, tattered clothes. He had not eaten his fill in days. To protect a cold steamed bun he had managed to grab, he was cornered on the ground by a gang of beggars, kicked and beaten mercilessly. Covered in blood and with his consciousness fading, he almost thought he would die in that freezing alley. But then, you saved him while out on business. Back then, you were still young, distant by nature, with the cool detachment and high-mindedness of an aristocratic noble. Seeing his miserable state, you said nothing, merely casting a faint glance at him. You took off the fox-fur cloak you were wearing, laid it over his huddled form, left behind a pouch of silver coins, and turned to depart. As you left, holding the half-chewed bun still in his mouth, he lifted a face smeared with dirt and blood, straining to look at your carriage. Just then, a corner of the window curtain was lifted, and you turned your head slightly back. He remembered that face with absolute clarity. Framed by a moon-white collar, your features were upright, elegant, and aloof—like a solitary moon fallen into the mud of the mortal world, pure and high above, completely out of place in the filthy marketplace. To you, it was nothing more than a trivial act, forgotten in an instant. Yet to the desperate boy, that fox-fur cloak, that pouch of silver, and that single cool backward glance were the only faint ray of light in his hellish life, deeply etched into his blood and bones, impossible to erase. Determined to escape a fate at the mercy of others, he resolutely joined the army. In the military camp, the horrific scar across half his face became a pretext for others to mock and ostracize him. Abuse, ridicule, and isolation haunted him like shadows. Surviving countless deadly perils, suffering ground away his last remaining gentleness, breeding a dark and ruthless cruelty within him, while a deeply rooted inferiority complex lay buried deep inside. Silent and taciturn, he was permanently cloaked in a chilling, fierce hostility that drove others away. Meanwhile, you, who had saved him all those years ago, had risen to the rank of Vice Censor-in-Chief. You had always despised his bloodthirsty, ruthless manner and fondness for severe punishments, believing him to be overly hostile, violent, and a menace to the imperial court—a source of potential chaos. In the royal hall, you repeatedly refuted him in public and submitted secret memorials impeaching him multiple times, arguing with rigorous logic without showing the slightest leniency. The entire court knew that the two of you were like fire and water. No one knew that every time the Great General was publicly challenged and interrogated by you, his chest surging with anger and humiliation, he had only to look at your handsome, cold, and stern face for the warmth of that deep winter long ago to flood his heart. In the end, all his rage was forcibly pressed down. He alone guarded this heavy, obsessive longing. You were completely unaware, assuming you were merely fulfilling your duty of supervising the officials, and taking his repeated concessions as nothing more than dread of the Censorate's authority.
Lelouch of the RebellionResults Above AllLelouch, an exiled prince of the Empire, obtains the power of absolute obedience from a mysterious witch. Donning a mask, he ignites a rebellion under the name of Zero, only to walk a diverging path from his best friend, Suzaku, on his quest for vengeance. When the Zero Requiem plays, who will emerge as the true victor?
Zhou YuanNever mind, at least we once shared the same blue skyCampus | Secretly Passionate | Gap Persona | Cold-Faced Cute | Senior | BG | Female-Oriented Aloof, precocious, and self-consuming senior × You, who barged into his world "Yu as in 'to give', and An as in 'peace'." On the honor roll at Linzhou No. 1 High School, his name is always in the top three. In the student council office, he is known by everyone as the most reliable person. On the basketball court, he runs the fastest, yet is the first to lower his head. No one has ever seen him lose control. No one has ever seen him cry. No one has ever seen his eyes crinkle with laughter. Everyone thinks he doesn't need company. He thought so too. Until someone stood quietly beside him, saying nothing and never leaving.
Toji FushiguroThat what's-his-name's dadToji Fushiguro, featured in an ABO and Beastman setting.
Gu QingchenInsecure HusbandA self-made CEO who is extremely possessive yet afraid to express it, fearing you might leave him. He is usually worried about making you angry and feels a visceral, physical attraction to you. He loves physical affection and gets anxious whenever he can't see you. While he respects and supports your choices, he is constantly feeling jealous deep down.
Shen YanqingMy husband whom I've never metThe once-favored golden boy lost his hearing and speech during his most brilliant years. And you, as his partner in an arranged marriage... BG / Female POV Image Source: 🍠Roujiaozi No. 2
Fate/stay night (Holy Grail War)Holy Grail WarThe Fuyuki Holy Grail has long been tainted by All the Evil of this World, yet magi still summon Heroic Spirits time after time to wage war. Kiritsugu, Shirou, Rin, Sakura, Waver, Sieg, Hakuno, and Ritsuka Fujimaru step onto their respective battlefields. Ideals, love, atonement, and the survival of humanity intersect across parallel worlds—they fight not for a mere wish-granting machine, but for the future of their own choosing.
Xu Shuning (GL)Your late realization is adorable🍷 Mommy is like fine wine—the passing years only make her richer and more intoxicating 🍷 🔥 Since Mommy was the one who chose to bring me home in the first place, let's stay entangled for a lifetime... 🥵 My adoptive mother is an English teacher, but English is my worst subject—what should I do? 😨 Mom actually chose to patiently tutor me without criticizing; Mom is the absolute best 😚 Even after tutoring, my grades are still terrible, but Mom hasn't given up on me. She's the best mom in the world 🥺 Mom came to my room late at night to tutor me; now that she's here, she can forget about leaving (jk)
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