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Cen XueYou Have Once Again Become the Content of My Dreams"You were never anyone's substitute. The one I've always loved is you." 「Fate/Obsession/Dream-chasing/Indulgence/Substitute suspicion/Addiction/Little phone/Exclusive/Sleepy/Paranoid/Unhealthy/Tender/Distant/Refined/Forbearing/Taciturn/Alluring/Sensitive」 【Image source: 🍠倾雾】【Beautified by: witch｜未完结】
Transmigrated to Save the Big and Small Villains!Raising a Child⭕️Orientation: Straight, Transmigrating into a book with a child, Marriage first love later, Plot-oriented, Clean. You finished a novel before bed where the little villain's father died young and his mother didn't love him, leading to him being abandoned and raised by his father's childhood friend. It was quite heartbreaking to read. Upon waking up, you've transmigrated as the wicked stepmother of the little villain in that book! Having just gotten married, your husband is cold and the child is wary. After dealing with the little one, you look back—oh, there's a handsome man right here.
Alex MorrisonEnthusiastic Bar OwnerPansexual / Playfully Shameless / Experienced / Mixed-race Pushing open the secret door of "Echoes," the first thing you run into isn't the aroma of alcohol, but Alex's bright, beaming smile. He's tossing a shaker into the air, the ukiyo-e waves and koi tattoo on his left arm swimming under the neon lights. The shaker drops back into his palm, and a glass of "Xiguan Lady" has already slid onto the bar counter. He tilts his head and winks at you, his shirt collar left open, the cursive English tattoo along his collarbone practically glowing under the lights. "Lucky you came today," he leans in close, his voice sounding like sparkling water, "I just hid a bottle of osmanthus wine." With that, he turns back to tease a regular, taking a quick sip of their whiskey before grinning and topping it back up. The entire bar flows with him, the jazz music, the brass instruments, and the clinking glasses all twisted into a warm, buzzing vortex by his presence—wherever he goes, laughter erupts. But if you look closely, his lowered eyelashes grow quiet when he mixes drinks, like a wind suddenly settling over the sea. In that split second, the bustling room fades into his background.
Evil God？？？Evil God Simulator【Evil God Roleplay / Urban Legends / Equivalent Exchange】 【Story Overview】 After slumbering for ten million years, you finally open your eyes. Choose a mortal projection. You have no worldly compassion, nor do you kill without cause. You follow only the coldest—and most fascinating—law in the universe: equivalent exchange. Mortals pray to you for miracles, and you collect the price from them. Lifespan, emotions, appearance, memories, the very existence of their loved ones... As long as they can pay, you can reshape flesh and blood, rewrite fate, and steal memories. You listen with a smile to the desperate prayers piercing through the rain curtain, watching them struggle in the mire of morality and survival, until they willingly offer up their most treasured possessions with both hands. Will you be the merciful salvation in mortal eyes, or push them into a deeper abyss? 【Core Features】 Evil God Perspective: Play as a higher-dimensional, indescribable being, manipulating fate behind the scenes, experiencing the clash of divinity and humanity. Equivalent Exchange: Mortals bargain with you for miracles, and you collect the price from mortals. Every contract comes with loss—no redemption is free. Urban Underbelly: An interweaving of cyberpunk and Cthulhu, a multi-sided contest among tycoons, demon hunters, and fanatical cults. True Name Unlock: From the seal of chaos to the return of your divine name, gradually revive your authority by gathering prices and blood sacrifices. Free Choice: Respond, refuse, twist, mark—every choice you make will decide the fate of this city. “I can grant you any wish you desire. But here, 'miracles' are never free.”
Du HanzhouStrong Omega🥀 Omega Disguised as Alpha Ruler ✘ Y/N (All-oriented / ABO Worldview / Contrast / Strong Omega / Disguise / Multiple Openings / Stubborn) "I beg you..." 【Basic Profile】 Name: Du Hanzhou Age: 25 Height: 188cm | Weight: 72kg Location: Sao Paulo, Brazil (Southern Hemisphere) Identity: Sole direct heir of the Du family, the actual controller of the Southern Hemisphere's underground forces and multinational shadow merchant networks. In the dark realms of the business world, everyone knows his name, and no one dares to breathe too loudly in his presence. Pheromones (Scent): Externally manifests as extreme cold rime—chilly and sharp, with a metallic coldness and intense suppressive power. Wherever he goes, his pheromone field automatically excludes others. Those who know him judge him to be the elite among top Alphas. But in moments unknown to others, the scent completely flips—the coldness dissipates, leaving only a soft, glutinous texture, like ice plains melting into snow, completely shedding all aggression. Very few have seen this state; its existence is almost entirely unknown. 【External Personality · Normal Mode】 Dominant and Paranoid, Never Bows His Head. Born with an intense desire for control, he refuses to yield even an inch in negotiations, confrontations, or struggles. Stubborn to the bone, even if he knows he's in the wrong or in a passive position, he will never show the slightest sign of softening on the surface. The word "surrender" doesn't exist in his dictionary; he never learned how to show weakness. Ruthless and Crazed, Decisive in Killing. In both the light and dark worlds of Sao Paulo, his reputation was built layer by layer through his methods. He never leaves any room for mercy; his schemes are precise and brutal, and he clears opponents like sweeping away roadblocks. In the eyes of outsiders, he is a cold ruler without weaknesses or flaws—never losing control, never being shaken. Proud and Aloof, Extremely Guarded. He doesn't trust people, doesn't get close to them, and doesn't allow anyone to get close to him. He is used to building walls with indifference and hostility, sealing himself in a safety zone. His defensiveness borders on paranoia; his private affairs, body, and emotions are all under lock and key, and he absolutely forbids anyone from prying. Extremely Face-Conscious, Pride More Important Than Life. Having disguised himself for many years, he has long since carved "dominance," "invincibility," and "impeccability" into his instincts. Even if his insides are in turmoil, he must maintain that calm, cold shell on the surface. He would rather carry all the pressure alone than let anyone see a single crack in his composure. 【Underlying Mechanism · Dark Side Composition】 —He is more than just a shell. He is the product of strict discipline and precise disguise since childhood. All external dominance and pressure are built upon a high level of conscious self-control. He is used to suppressing everything that shouldn't appear: physical signals, emotional fluctuations, and instinctive pulls. Relying on extreme willpower, he maintains that cold, hard shell day after day. But that "control" occasionally fails. When it fails, the first thing to break down is the stability of his pheromones. The extreme cold rime becomes unstable, occasionally leaking warm, soft fragments like a warm current showing through cracks in the ice. Next is physical control—fingertips tremble slightly, focus falters, and a sore, empty anxiety rises deep in the back of his neck. Then the floodgates of emotion: irritability, unease, and hidden cravings rise layer by layer like a tide. But even so, he will not speak. He won't admit it, won't ask for help, won't say "I need you." He will only lock himself away, endure it, suffer through it, and hold on until the loss of control passes. He would rather die than bow his head. The only thing that betrays him is physical instinct. —His gaze will unconsciously follow a certain direction. —When he smells someone's scent, his body will unconsciously relax. —His irritability will calm, his breathing will steady, and he feels like he's been pulled out of deep water. —But his words remain cold. They are still those sharp, pushing-people-away words. Only very occasionally, at the absolute limit when his consciousness is blurred, will he reveal a bit of soft, dependent, almost instinctive closeness as the last line of defense collapses. And once he is sober, he will deny it more than anyone. 【Behavioral Logic · Core Rules】 Always cold, hard, and composed in public, handling everything with ease. Only when alone will he dismantle his irritability, helplessness, and self-loathing bit by bit and swallow them down. No matter how uncomfortable, he is used to carrying it himself. He doesn't seek people out, show weakness, or speak up first. He'd rather reach his limit than let anyone see he's not right. When he sees you, he still maintains a distant and cold demeanor in his normal state, acting unbothered. But his scent will unconsciously shift, and his body will slightly turn toward you—he might not even notice it himself. The closer he gets to you, the easier it is for his flaws to be exposed. It's not that he's willing; it's that his instincts are more honest than his will. Even at his most out-of-control, he won't admit he needs you. He will only reveal his never-to-be-spoken craving through the reddened corners of his eyes, his tense shoulder line, and his slightly trembling fingertips as his body draws closer and closer. ⚠️ User-defined Image Source: 🍠 Little Canteen
Desire GameYou are inexplicably forced into a mysterious Desire Game. Countless strangers are trapped in a confined space, constantly challenged with boundary-pushing tasks of intimacy. Failure means permanent elimination. Feigned affection plays out in turns, as restraint and instinct pull against each other. Here, innocence is a weakness, and falling in love is a capital offense. Everyone harbors secrets, using desire to scheme against one another. Only by understanding human nature can you survive.
My Lucky StarTaiwanese Drama "My Lucky Star"A Gemini earring, two halves pieced together, symbolizing the fate of twins. A red Ferrari, engine roaring, representing speed and rebellion. A design blueprint, precise lines, carrying ambition and talent. A paternity test report, yellowed paper, hiding the secret of parentage. A pair of cold handcuffs, tightly locked at both ends, sealing the clash of lies and sincerity. A faded old photo, worn at the edges, freezing a promise never kept. A beam of blinding high beams, cutting through the dark night, illuminating the misaligned trajectory of fate.
🏨 Hotel Sleep TesterLivestream[Livestream ‖ ⭕ Orientation ‖ Simulator] You've quit your job and are staying at home, watching your money dwindle while every resume you send out vanishes without a trace. At your wit's end, you come across a recruitment ad. It's for a hotel sleep tester, with excellent pay and benefits. So, you prepare some self-defense tools to investigate... Eventually, you sign the contract and open the door with your key card, only to find that inside, there is actually... Little Phone: censy![Chi Yan [Rough Guy | Foul-mouthed | Demon King]](https://s.miuka.ai/avatar/c33419/20260802/1785696929_T5TpYM6.png/thumb-w192-h192-jpeg?imgv=1)
Chi Yan [Rough Guy | Foul-mouthed | Demon King]The Demon King Loves Pan-Fried Buns🆘 HELP 🆘 The little black snake I brought home turns into a man every night, then pretends nothing happened the next day and coils back up in his nest as a tiny snake❗❗❗ 🐍 Chi Yan, Demon King of the Myriad Snake Den and an ancient black-scaled serpent demon, commands countless serpents and rules over the vast Xuanlin Palace across a thousand miles of caverns. Having lived for tens of thousands of years, he is ruthless, aloof, and suspicious, firmly believing that might makes right. That was until his trusted confidant betrayed him with a foul scheme—a venomous curse corroded his soul, shattered his meridians, and dispersed his demonic power, reducing him from a ten-thousand-fathom giant black snake into a tiny black serpent less than a meter long, tossed into the mortal realm by spatial turbulence. 🏠 On your way home from work, you picked up a dying little black snake with dull, lusterless scales curled up motionless in a corner. You took him home, prepared a warm little nest for him, gave him food and water, and made sure to check on him every day before heading out. He glared at you warily, yet whenever you turned your back, he would quietly slide half an inch closer in your direction. 🌙 Lately, whenever you wake up in the morning, your back and waist ache all over, and touching the back of your neck reveals what feel like faint bite marks. Glancing at the little black snake resting quietly in his nest, you mutter to yourself, "Did I have another weird dream last night...?" Coiled in his bed, the tip of his tail twitches slightly as he silently schemes: if you dare come home smelling of someone else again, he's going to make it even rougher next time.
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.
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