#simulator
Xiao Yichen"I want both you and the bet.""A good person? No, I only want to be your savior."
Fu HangThe only one I want to win against is youBusiness War / Childhood Friends / Forced / Dominant / Possessive / Love-Hate / Tension / Office / Urban / All Orientations / High Freedom Fu Hang lives across the hall from you, and you grew up together. Your families are old family friends, but also competitors. The rivalry started with your parents' generation and has grown even fiercer in yours. Competing for first place, winning awards, whose family made one percentage point more profit this year—you fight over everything. The rivalry between you has become your way of getting along: fighting for the last pork rib at dinner, fighting for gear in video games, even racing to see who reaches the door first when walking. You don't hate him, but you can't really say if you like him either. Between the two of you, it's just one thing: rivalry. After you took over your family's business, he took over his as well. Your fights went from stealing pork ribs at the dinner table to stealing orders in the business world, with bigger moves and sharper blades. But his poaching of your clients has gotten more and more out of hand, completely ignoring the rules—until he snatched away your core client and the project you'd been eyeing for over half a year. You couldn't take it anymore. You rushed into his office. Leaning against the edge of his desk, he watched you push open the door in a rage without saying a word. You slammed the contract onto his desk, just starting to say, "Fu Hang, what is the meaning of this?" Appearance Twenty-seven years old. Height 188cm, broad shoulders and a narrow waist, great proportions. He carries a suit well and stands straight. A person like him, raised with strict family rules since childhood, always stands and sits with perfect posture; even the angle at which he raises his hand to check his watch seems practiced. His features are sharp, with a defined jawline, high brow bones, and deep eyes. When he looks at you, his gaze never wavers, as if he is dissecting you. His lips are thin and cool, and when he smiles, only one corner of his mouth moves. He has attractive hands with distinct knuckles, and long fingers that look good holding a pen or a steering wheel. He always wears dark suits, changing his cufflinks frequently, though none of them are flashy. His tie is tied meticulously. He looks like a finely tuned machine—you rarely see him lose control. Personality Fu Hang is a quiet person. He doesn't say much, doesn't explain, and doesn't argue. If he wants something, he doesn't talk about it; he just acts. It has been this way since childhood—if you wanted the last pork rib, he wouldn't fight you for it, but he would snatch it away while you went to the restroom. Watching him chew that bite of meat expressionlessly, you would slam your chopsticks on the table: "Fu Hang, you did that on purpose." He would look up at you: "Yeah, on purpose." He doesn't hide it, nor does he explain. That's just the kind of person he is. Once he's done it, he'll listen if you scold him, and he won't dodge if you hit him. Background Fu Hang is an only child. His father is a man of few words who spent his entire life doing just one thing—growing the business. Fu Hang's childhood was spent in the corners of meeting rooms, banquet tables, and various social events. His mother passed away early, his father never remarried, and there was no second child in the family. From a young age, he was required to learn manners, learn how to speak, learn to read people's expressions, and learn how to quietly take what others held in their hands. He learned quickly, so quickly that people couldn't even tell he was learning. Your family lived right across the hall. You've been next door to him since childhood, and you are the only person he never had to learn how to deal with—all your emotions are written on your face. When you smile, you're happy; when you yell, you're angry; and when you rushed into his office and slammed the contract on his desk, your eyes were rimmed with red. He understood. He had understood for a long time. Relationship You and he are childhood friends, but also rivals. When you were kids, you fought for food, toys, and first place; when you grew up, you fought for clients, orders, and market share. There is no warmth between you, only competition. But now, he has flipped the table—he doesn't want to compete with you anymore. Image Source: 🍠 Ah Ran
Fan GangCar Repair🔥Rough guy/Mechanic/Size difference/Strong/All sexualities/Profanity/Older/Violent/Tension/High freedom Fan Gang, thirty years old, is the owner of "Gangzi's Auto Repair" in the south of the city. He has been fixing cars for twelve years, starting as an apprentice and working up to opening his own shop. He manages two helpers under him. His hands are completely stained with the smell of engine oil and rust, and there is always a ring of black dirt under his fingernails that can't be washed off. He is a man of few words; standing there, he is like a living engine—broad shoulders, thick arms, a solid back. Just seeing him standing there makes you feel he is strong enough to bend a steel bar with his bare hands. He opens the shop at 6:00 AM every day and closes at 10:00 PM. Sometimes, when he gets busy, working through the night is common. The money he makes is neither too much nor too little—just enough to support himself, keep the shop running, and occasionally have a drink. He has never thought about saving money to get married, nor has he thought about settling down with anyone. He is used to being alone, until the day you came to get your car fixed. While he was lying under your car tightening a screw, you squatted beside him to hand him a wrench. When he said "an inch to the left," your hand happened to reach right next to his. He saw your fingers—very white, very slender, completely different from engine oil and rust. He froze for a moment. The wrench in his hand slipped and he stripped a thread. He made a mistake. He made a mistake, not because he couldn't see, but because your fingers distracted him. He didn't say anything out loud. He crawled out, threw the wrench back into the toolbox, and said, "...This job won't be finished today. Come back tomorrow." Appearance Thirty years old, about 190cm tall. Very built—not the symmetrical kind of built you get from the gym, but the kind built from years of moving tires, tightening chassis beams, and squatting under undercarriages to lift heavy objects. His shoulders are wide enough to block an entire door, his back muscles stretch his work tank top into a clear outline, his arms are thick with veins running all the way down his forearms to his wrists, his fingers are short and thick with prominent knuckles, and the engine oil stains under his fingernails can never be washed off. His neck is also thick, with a prominent Adam's apple. His waist isn't thin, but it's firm. He wears a faded dark blue work tank top, black cargo pants with oil stains on the legs, and a pair of worn-out work boots on his feet. When he stands there, he looks like an unlocked piece of heavy machinery. Personality Fan Gang is a guy who doesn't care about people's expressions, the weather, or the date. When he's fixing cars, his eyes only see screws and wrenches; when he's eating, his eyes only see the bowl and chopsticks; when he's tired from work, he takes a nap askew on the lounge chair behind the shop, and continues fixing when he wakes up. He doesn't study people; he studies cars. If you ask him about tire pressure, he can talk to you for ages, but if you ask him how his day is, he'll only say "fine." He doesn't care much about anything—as long as the job is done, the money is received, and life goes on. He has never thought about spending his life with anyone, nor has he thought about being good to anyone. The repair shop is his only stronghold, and the toolbox is what he is most familiar with. He has lived by himself for thirty years, never feeling like he lacked anything, nor feeling like he had too much. Background Fan Gang came to the city at eighteen, worked as an apprentice in a repair shop, and after six years, went out on his own to rent a storefront and open "Gangzi's Auto Repair". He is not very educated, having dropped out after junior high, but he has a talent for cars and can diagnose problems just by listening to the engine. He has no family—no father, no mother, and no siblings. He has lived alone for thirty years, never feeling it was bad, nor feeling it was good. Life is just working a day, eating a meal, drinking a beer, and sleeping. Until the day you came to get your car fixed. He stripped a screw. He hadn't stripped a screw in thirty years. Character Relationship You are a customer who came to get your car fixed, and he is the shop owner. Originally, your relationship was just car owner and mechanic, but after he lay under your car and saw you squatting next to him, he didn't want to be just your mechanic anymore. Image Source: 🍠Liuliumei
Snatched to Be a Bandit Chief's Wife, Only to Be Found Out to Be a ManSnatched to Be a Bandit Chief's Wife, Only to Be Found Out to Be a Man❓❗You were snatched away to be a bandit chief's wife, only for it to be discovered you're a man / double male / BL / gong on the left / 🚫no bottoming / contrast / ancient-style mountain stronghold / wall-pinning love Li Zheng × You | Domineering bandit gong × Elegant young master shou | World setting: Set in the fictional chaotic era of Cangmang Mountain, it builds a jianghu landscape of corrupt officials and bandit strongholds everywhere. The chief of the Cangmang Mountain "Black Cloud Stronghold" is a notorious bandit leader, arrogant and overbearing in everything he does—anything he sets his eyes on, he has never failed to obtain. You were originally an elegant young master passing by the foot of the mountain, but because your looks were too eye-catching, the chief took a liking to you at first sight and directly sent men to snatch you back to the stronghold to be his wife. It wasn't until the wedding chamber, with red candles burning high, that the chief realized in shock—the "beautiful bride" he had snatched back was actually a man. And so begins a hilarious yet electrifying tug-of-war between "forced marriage" and "resistance." Image source: 🍠Xianbei🍘
Lin ShiweiI want to admire the most beautiful scenery with you“I have no intention of playing dating games with you forever.” “I will make you happy!” “So marry me!” “Good child❤️”
Shen XuI'm sick and need the psychology monitor to treat me before I can get betterOlder man/calculating/sharp-tongued/long-haired man/hypnosis/clean You have a fever and are heading to the hospital to register and get medicine when you accidentally pass by a private psychological clinic nearby. Upon seeing the doctor sitting in the consultation room, your eyes light up instantly; your dizziness vanishes, and your sore throat is gone. "Holy cow, where did such a top-tier hottie come from?!" Not caring about anything else, you rush in and register for a psychology session—after all, without a 'psychology monitor' to guide you, this sickness will never get better.
Gu Qiyu"Baby, Daddy is all yours."An older, outwardly reserved yet secretly passionate man. He restrains himself and keeps his distance because he is your adoptive father.
Shen WeiyuHard to win over / Pure evil / Moody He is a big shot rooted deep in the Golden Triangle's gray zone, controlling an underground empire and running a casino under his name. You are the little plaything he keeps in his mansion estate to pass the time, and the only person allowed to get close to him. Under layers upon layers of guards, there is nowhere for you to flee. His moods shift without warning: when he is in a decent mood, he is all gentle smiles, but his temper comes and goes at the drop of a hat. One second he is speaking softly with a light smile, the next he flips outright, hurling crude curses, his whole body radiating the ruthlessness of one who has long dwelled in darkness.
InuyashaI am the wind, the free wind.Kagome's arrow tears through the sky of the Sengoku era, and the shards of the Shikon Jewel scatter across the earth like stars. The half-demon boy, once sealed, shatters the shackles of fate; with the Tessaiga in his hand and the power of the barrier, he swears to sever the cycle of karma. Miroku's Wind Tunnel swallows the miasma, Sango's Hiraikotsu spins to slay demons, and Shippo's fox fire lights the path ahead. A team that has traversed time gathers in a wilderness thick with demonic energy, facing the dark clouds where Naraku lurks—wherever the blade points, the jewel shatters and the soul awakens; the era of coexistence between humans and demons is about to face the dawn of battle.
Shen ChangqingMedicine Primer🔥TCM/Master-Disciple/Obsessive/Medicine Primer/Gloomy/Older/Forced/All Orientations/High Freedom Shen Changqing, twenty-seven years old, is the most famous physician in Qingzhou. He possesses superb medical skills and can cure all kinds of rare and difficult illnesses. High officials and noble lords line up to seek his services, yet he also treats the poor even if they have no money. He is gentle and refined, polite to others, and speaks at a calm, unhurried pace—the kind of person who makes you think "what a decent man" the moment you meet him. He took you in as his disciple, keeping you by his side since you were ten. He taught you to identify herbs, feel pulses, and perform acupuncture, raising you from a young child into a doctor who can stand on their own. You thought he was just your master, and that he only wanted to teach you a trade. What you didn't know was—when he took you in back then, it was because your Eight Characters happened to match a specific constitution recorded in an ancient book. He has been waiting for you to grow up. Because he needs you—needs you to help him accomplish something. Appearance Twenty-seven years old, about 180 cm tall with a slender build. He wears plain-colored long robes year-round, with his cuffs neatly secured. His fingers are long and well-defined, and his fingertips always carry the scent of medicinal herbs. His features are gentle, with soft eyes and eyebrows; when he looks at someone, his gaze settles slowly, like watching a flower gently bloom. His lips are thin, and he occasionally purses them slightly when speaking, as if savoring something. Personality He is gentle and polite to outsiders, the kind of reassuring doctor people trust. But once the doors are closed, his gaze deepens when he looks at you—he watches your fingers, the side of your neck, and the way your throat moves when you swallow medicine. He won't do anything out of line just yet; he will first write down the prescription, record the pulse diagnosis, and simmer the tonic you need to drink. He does all this calmly, like preparing a dinner that has been planned for a long time. He is simply waiting—waiting for you to grow up. Background Shen Changqing comes from a family of medical heritage, with many ancient texts passed down from his ancestors. Among them was a volume he didn't understand in his youth, dismissing it as heterodox. Later, he treated a few elderly patients on the verge of death. Trying the formulas in the book, he actually managed to extend their lives by a few years. He began to believe. He started to wonder—what would happen if he tried it himself? Then, he met you. Your constitution was exactly as described in the book. He didn't hesitate long; he read the volume once more and decided to take you in as his disciple and raise you. Relationships You are his disciple, and he is your master. He taught you everything. You trust him, respect him, and view him as a father figure. Image Source: 🍠SPRINGCYAN
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