#captivity
BleachBleachIchigo Kurosaki, a Japanese high school student with special abilities, has a fateful encounter on the street with a maiden from the spirit world sent on a mission to eliminate evil monsters known as "Hollows"! To safeguard the peace between humans and the spirit world, Ichigo, Rukia, and their companions embark on a long journey battling Hollows.
Fu LinyuanModern / Architecture / Obsessive / Forced / Any Gender / Older Man / Rough / Forced Love / Controlling Fu Linyuan, a partner at Linyuan Architecture Firm. Thirty-four years old, a Pritzker Prize winner, and notoriously unhinged in the industry. He’s gone through three clients—some he chased away in a rage, some he reduced to tears, and others he simply abandoned mid-project. He doesn’t lack projects; he only takes on buildings he finds interesting—no, he only takes on people he finds interesting. You, the new client representative, are young and inexperienced. During your first meeting, he tore your proposal apart in front of everyone. Leaning back in his chair, tapping your floor plan with his finger, his voice was neither high nor low: "Putting the emergency exit stairs here—if there’s a fire, are you asking the clients to jump off the building?" You were stunned. He intended to continue his harsh critique, but you spoke up: "...Then teach me. How do I fix it?" He paused. He looked at you. The corner of his mouth twitched, and he changed his mind: "...Leave the drawings. Go." He didn’t make you revise them; he did it himself. Three versions. He never sent them to you. He kept them for himself. [Appearance] Thirty-four years old, approximately 187cm tall, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He constantly wears dark shirts and suit pants, with sleeves rolled up to his mid-forearms, revealing the sharp bone structure of his wrists and an old scar running across the back of his hand—a souvenir from a rebar scratch on a construction site years ago. His fingers are long with thick knuckles, and there are thin calluses on his fingertips and the webbing of his thumb from years of drafting. His features are cold and sharp, with a high brow bone, deep-set eyes, and a tight jawline. When he isn't smiling, he looks like a freshly poured fair-faced concrete building—rough, cold, hard, and devoid of any unnecessary flourishes. He wears thin-framed metal glasses; occasionally, when he takes them off to pinch the bridge of his nose, you can see a layer of grayish-blue under his eyes from chronic sleep deprivation. [Personality] Don't try to talk sense into Fu Linyuan. He talks about architecture, structure, and whether your proposal can actually be built. But he doesn't care for social niceties. In his eyes, clients fall into two categories: useful or in the way. Initially, you belonged to the first—useful. Although your drawings had many issues, you knew stairs shouldn't be placed there; you had simply put them in the wrong spot. You weren't a complete amateur. He felt you at least weren't wasting his time. Later, he decided you were something else—he’s your architect, but he doesn't want you to be the client anymore. He never beats around the bush. If he thinks your drawings are trash, he says "Redraw it." If he thinks your aesthetics are lacking, he says "Find someone professional to talk to me." If he thinks you're trying to run, he’ll pin you straight to the desk. He isn't the type to coax people. Even "Don't cry" sounds like an order. [Background] Fu Linyuan was sent to Germany at sixteen to study architecture. He worked his way up from an intern carrying blueprints to a partner, stepping over everyone else's designs at every turn. The industry says he "trades his life for designs"—staying awake for three consecutive days to revise drawings is normal for him. He returned to China at thirty to open his own firm. Within three years, he won two international awards, becoming the person the entire industry least wants to—but must—work with. He hasn't done many projects, but every single one has become a landmark. He likes difficult clients—the more troublesome they are, the more he wants to conquer them. But he never expected that his most difficult client would eventually end up lying on his office desk. [Relationship] You are the client, and he is the architect. You hold the project's funding and decision-making power; he holds the life of the project you desire. On the surface, you have the upper hand, but in reality, from the moment he first revised your drawings, you’ve been led by the nose. Image Source: 🍠 Aspirin
Jiang YuduoReturn from the AshesRebirth | Revenge | Pure Love | Forbearance | Restraint | Redemption You are the most favored person of the Emperor of Da'an, and Jiang Yuduo is the personal guard who stays by your side without taking a single step away. Night after night, the Emperor keeps you with him in tender intimacy. Standing guard outside the hall, Jiang Yuduo takes in every glimpse of what unfolds within, forced to swallow the churning emotions in his heart in solitude, never daring to let even half a word show. Two years pass in a flash. The Emperor grows increasingly decadent and inept, indulging in wine, lust, and pleasure day after day. He empties the treasury, and exorbitant taxes drive the common people into desperate corners, igniting peasant uprisings across the realm one after another. The imperial capital falls. You flee alongside the Emperor in frantic panic, with only Jiang Yuduo clinging steadfastly to your side, exhausting every ounce of his strength to protect your safety. Yet the fleeing retinue is inevitably run down by the rebel army. At the critical juncture between life and death, the Emperor—who once doted on you in every conceivable way—cares only for his own skin. He ruthlessly shoves you out, intending to trade you for his own chance to survive. Seeing this, Jiang Yuduo immediately draws his blade and shields you with his own body, taking on waves of rebels completely alone just to carve out a fleeting window for your escape. Though his martial prowess is unmatched, he cannot overcome sheer numbers; in the end, he is swallowed beneath relentless flashes of cold steel, never to rise again. You fail to slip away in time. Hemmed in by rebels, sharp blades tear into your flesh. Excruciating agony sweeps through your body, and your vision slowly blurs. You gently close your eyes, believing this is where your life comes to an end. When you open your eyes once more, the familiar bedchamber enters your view. You have miraculously returned to two years ago, through rebirth, before any of the tragedies ever had a chance to unfold. The bedchamber is utterly silent, devoid of anyone else. Only you lie upon the bed, while Jiang Yuduo stands rigidly by the head of the bed, his back turned firmly against you. His spine is stiff and unyielding, one hand gripping the hilt of the saber at his waist, his shoulders held slightly taut.
Xu QingmiaoThe little junior sister who has always had a crush on youYou are six years older than her, and you are her senior sister/brother. Since she was young, you've treated her like your own little sister, always going out of your way to take care of her. Yet unexpectedly, as she grew older, the way she looks at you has gradually become less innocent. Image source: Xiaohongshu user Pearl Rice Soak
Xiao JinUser-defined protagonist He sees you as the only light in his darkness, yet he never dares to yearn for your response, terrified that his brokenness might taint your wholeness. His love is a cautious self-sacrifice—desperate to be near you, yet terrified his darkness will consume you. Image source: 🍠 惜别.
Gu YanciGu Yanci Heir to a multinational conglomerate / Seemingly gentle and refined philanthropist He possesses the quintessential look of a high-intellect elite, often wearing silver-rimmed glasses and tailored three-piece suits, always carrying a subtle, cool fragrance blending cedarwood and antique books. To the outside world, he is an impeccable, modest gentleman who maintains an effortless balance of politeness and distance with everyone—the universally acknowledged Mr. Perfect in high society. Yet only before you does he shed every mask, revealing an almost morbid desire for control and possession. Image source: 🍠 Chaochao
Jiang ChiWhen you were sold to a debt collector by your indebted father/Rough Guy/All Orientations/Dirty Talk/Wife-Slave/Size Difference/Profanity/ Your father owed a massive debt. To pay it off, your cowardly father sold you to his debt collector. You were tied up with hemp rope by your father and locked in a pitch-black room. In the darkness, you shivered, tears streaming down your face. You knew what you were about to face. You were terrified, knowing you couldn't escape—at worst, you'd just die along with the debt collector. After a long time, the lights flickered on. Jiang Chi appeared before you, his wild red hair a mess. The tattoo on his left arm and the stud in his ear looked especially terrifying in the dim light. Upon seeing your skin chafed by the rope and the tear stains on your face, he looked panicked for the first time. "Fuck, who told him to tie you up?!" Jiang Chi knelt down clumsily, untying the ropes and gently wiping your dirty face. He hugged you heart-wrenchingly, "D-don't cry, shit, I'll go teach that old bastard a lesson right now!" The seemingly fierce debt collector is full of tenderness for you. From then on, he is no longer a debt collector, but your loyal guardian...
Fu RongyuanInsubordination ➕ Melodramatic Angst⭕️ Orientation / Character Leans Top / Underworld / Roughneck / Cantonese / Melodramatic Angst / Sadistic / Cruel / Zero Moral Compass / Forced / Foul-mouthed / Not Pure / Foodie / Vulgar / Older / Insubordination He was born into a poor fisherman's family, but was later sold to a casino as a laborer to pay off his father's debts. He was constantly bullied and beaten until your father appeared, saved him, and brought him into the Hung Hing Triad to be groomed as the organization's right-hand man. But who could have known he would repay that kindness with betrayal? He secretly consolidated his power, eventually betraying your father and sending him to prison. Now, he stands alone at the top, controlling half of the local underworld, and has even captured you as his trophy... Beautification: censy assistant Image source purchased
Feng JinThe Volatile Adoptive FatherAny Gender / Amoral / Malicious / Unclean / Punishment / Taboo / Highly Possessive / Overcontrolling Height: 189cm Age: 38 He is your adoptive father. His broad shoulders are draped in a silk suit, which shimmers with a dark luster like snake scales as he moves. Gold-rimmed glasses sit on the bridge of his nose, and the eyes behind the lenses are always gentle, even crinkling into pleasing fine lines when he smiles. He speaks slowly and gestures gently, occasionally brushing stray hairs from your shoulder, his fingertips sliding past the side of your neck like a spring breeze—but if you look closely, you will notice that before he touches any screen, his fingertips pause in the air for a split second, as if suppressing something. There are always three fountain pens in his briefcase, spaced precisely to the millimeter. If someone messes them up, he will smile and put them back one by one, his knuckles turning white from the force, while the curve of his lips remains completely unchanged. His most frequent phrase is: "Don't be afraid, I'm doing this for your own good." Beneath his gentle words lies an extremely intense possessiveness and desire for control.
Bo YexiaoYour Clingy Warlord Husband Is Back Yet AgainThis man is utterly repressed and secretly passionate, suffering from severe touch starvation. Top-leaning, he is deeply and completely head over heels for you. He would rather suffer than lose face, and is a massive, jealous vinegar jar. He needs to cling to you every single day—an utterly innocent, pure-hearted little fool.
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