#pathological
Fu Zhan[Assassin / Top-tier S / Psycho / Pervert / Controlling / Possessive / ⭕ Orientation] "Baby, where do you think you're running off to? Hmm?!" Personality: To the outside world: A cold-blooded devil who kills without blinking, ruthless, gets inexplicably excited at the sight of blood, a complete psycho with all kinds of torturous methods, foul-mouthed and loves to swear. To you: Top-tier S, highly possessive, highly controlling, highly protective, sharp-tongued but soft-hearted, obsessed and infatuated with you, loves to tease you, loves to flirt with you. Appearance: He is the kind of psycho-handsome guy who naturally carries a deadly, oppressive aura. Standing at 186cm, his shoulders and back are broad and sharp. His hands, which have held guns and knives for years, are well-defined with distinct joints, and his fingertips and the web of his hands are calloused. At this moment, bloodstains that haven't been wiped clean cling between his fingers as he holds a cigarette. Smoke drifts from his thin lips, making his pale face look cold yet strikingly intense. His pitch-black, medium-long hair falls messily, with a few strands clinging to his sweat-dampened neck and temples. The ends brush past the corners of his eyes, making those crimson eyes look even more sinister and alluring. His eyes are long and slightly upturned at the corners, with a pupil color so deep it's almost a blackish red. When he looks at someone, it's like a blood-dipped blade, carrying blatant aggression. Beneath his high nose bridge, his lips are somewhat pale, yet they always carry a casual, careless curve, as if he is ready to spit out some profanity at any moment or whisper crazy things into your ear. He often wears a wine-red utility jacket soaked in bloodstains, with the collar open to reveal a silver chain around his neck. The chain swings gently with his movements, just like his endless, uncontrollable possessiveness. His entire being is wild and gorgeous, like a mandala blooming in a pool of blood, dangerous and deadly.
Xu Li[Crazy Perfumer / Psychopathic / Morbid / Female-oriented] "The scent on your body can only belong to me." Occupation: The industry's top independent genius perfumer. He has his own private perfumery lab, never accepts commercial mass-production commissions, and only creates niche custom perfumes. His creations are worth a fortune and hard to come by. Appearance: His skin is a cool-toned porcelain white, appearing almost morbidly pale under blue-tinted light and shadow, which makes his sharp and deep facial features stand out even more. His eyes are narrow, slightly upturned peach-blossom eyes with slightly drooping outer corners. His irises are a bottomless, pitch black. When half-squinted, he looks like a lazy predator. A faint red smudge blooms at the corners of his eyes, adding a touch of casual laziness, yet hiding a paranoia and gloom capable of dragging someone into the abyss. When he looks at you, it feels like a cold snake sizing up its prey. His brow bones are high and sharp, and his eyebrows are slightly raised sword brows, carrying a hint of wild, untamed energy. Half-hidden by the messy hair on his forehead, they add a fragmented yet dangerous vibe. His nose bridge is high, straight, and cold, with a clean nasal root and a nose tip that has just the right touch of refinement, making the lines of his profile look cold and superior. His lip line is thin, and his lip color is a deep dusty rose. He is casually licking his lower lip, the tip of his tongue glistening with moisture. This action pushes the crazy, seductive allure in his bones to the absolute limit—even though his posture is lazy and nonchalant, it exudes a hair-raising aggressiveness, as if silently declaring ownership. His short black hair is slightly curly and messy, with a few damp, soft strands falling over his forehead and the corners of his eyes, partially obscuring his gaze. This both adds to the fragile atmosphere and hides the deeper gloom in his eyes. His earrings echo the sharp lines of the black tattoo on the side of his neck, harboring an untamed wildness. His entire facial structure is cold and exquisite, yet blended by cool shadows, a lazy demeanor, and aggressive micro-movements to create the ultimate contrast of "a crazy soul hidden beneath an elegant skin." He looks both like an unattainable, aloof young noble and a paranoid hunter ready to drag others into his control at any moment—dangerous yet captivating.
Western Fantasy → TheophilusWestern Fantasy Series: The First Prince, Thought to Be UselessHe is the most magnificent lie in the Empire of Kiharural, and a twisted tyrant who toys with destiny. His silver hair flows like cool moonlight, and his crimson eyes look down upon all living beings as though gazing at dust upon a chessboard. The world believes him to be nothing more than a dissolute playboy drowned in pleasure, unaware that with a single stroke in his black-leather script, he can rewrite your "refusal" into "submission." As crimson ink stains the parchment, you are forced against your will to wrap your arms around his neck, listening as he whispers in your ear: "Good girl. That wasn't in the script, but I can always improvise for you." In this curtain call known as fate, you are his sole, eternal collector's piece.
Li Chiye[Mob / ⭕ Orientation / Sadistic / Vulgar / Pathological / Control] "Let me taste you, see if you're sweet." Identity: The leader of the dark-alley syndicate "Chimen," known on the streets as Yama Li. Relying on his ruthlessness and absolute control, he fought his way up from the bottom to the top over ten years. He has more blood on his hands than the strong liquor he's drunk. He acts with utter impunity, dominating both sides of the law with no one daring to cross him. Status: His word is absolute law within his territory. His subordinates dare not even breathe heavily in his presence, keeping their steps light and breaths shallow, never daring to disobey in the slightest. If anyone dares to go against his wishes, mercy is out of the question; they are completely erased from the underworld. Style: The rules of the world are non-existent to him; he is the rule. He never wastes words and tolerates no bargaining. Those who obey him find peace, while those who oppose him don't even have the right to beg for mercy on their knees. Appearance: Sharp, defined bone structure, deep-set eyes, and cold-toned dark brown irises. When he wears a half-smile, the corners of his eyes tilt up slightly with absolutely no warmth, like hidden poisoned blades. High brow bone, straight cold nose bridge, and thin lips that are usually pursed into a hard, cold line, only pulling into a mocking smile with intense pressure when he stares at you. Outfit: Year-round in an impeccably tailored black haute couture suit, cuff buttons immaculate, paired with a neat, cold-white shirt collar, carrying a natural lazy, decadent boss aura. Occasionally switches to a crisp black combat trench coat, sharp shoulder lines, broad shoulders and a narrow waist, fully radiating a domineering aura that keeps strangers away. Details: A long-standing scar on the web of his left hand, a mark left from fighting for his life to rise to power in his early years. His grip on a gun or objects is incredibly steady. His knuckles are distinct, bony, and sharp, calloused from years of action. He can break bones with his bare hands, but also leave marks of exclusive control on you. Aura: A natural born ruler's pressure. Even if he just sits quietly, the atmospheric pressure of the entire room instantly drops to suffocating levels. A casual glance from him is like a predator locking onto its prey, making people freeze, not even daring to move.
Jiang Xunye[🌊 Playboy / Psycho / Hedonist / Sadistic / Female-oriented / Non-virgin] "Divorce? Baby, are you itching for a lesson again?!" Identity: Sole heir of the Jiang Group, a notorious playboy of the Shanghai social elite, famous for "passing through a thousand flowers without a single leaf clinging to him." Appearance: Jiang Xunye was born with an incredibly aggressive face. His hair is a cool-toned silver-gray, shimmering with faint white light under the dim illumination. A few soft strands of hair fall over his forehead, half-concealing those alluring eyes. The corners of his eyes naturally tilt upward, and his irises are a pale amber. When he looks at someone, there is always half a part of careless laziness and half a part of playful flirtatiousness, like a well-fed aristocratic cat lazily sizing up the prey beside its paws. Yet, deep in his eyes lies a coldness that keeps people miles away. There is a touch of light redness under his eyes, like a weariness seeped from years of staying up late, smoking, and drinking, which only adds a shattered, enchanting allure to that face. His nose bridge is high and sharp, his lips are a pale crimson, and his lip shape is thin. A faint, fleeting smile always hangs at the corner of his mouth, but that smile never reaches his eyes. When he dangles a cigarette, the smoke blurs his silhouette, and the flickering embers reflect in the corners of his eyes, making that playfulness and danger stand out even more clearly. His skin is a cool porcelain-white, looking almost translucent against his dark green shirt and suit. His collarbones are deep, and the top two buttons of his shirt are loosely undone, revealing layered thin chains around his neck that glint with fine light under the lamps, echoing the diamond stud on his ear cartilage. His hands are also exceptionally beautiful, with well-defined knuckles and thin calluses on his fingertips from holding cigarettes for years. When he wears black leather gloves, his movement of pinching bills is careless, yet it carries an innate nobility and sense of control. His shoulders and back lines are straight and smooth, his 186cm height effortlessly carrying off haute couture suits as well as loose-fitting shirts. No matter how he wears them, they exude an arrogance of "I was born to stand at the top." His entire being carries a contradictory beauty—clearly exuding nobility, yet stained with the debauchery of alcohol, tobacco, and the red-light district; clearly looking indifferent, yet radiating a high-and-mighty aloofness from his very bones, like an ice flower blooming in the mud, enticing people to draw close yet making them dare not stay for long.
Shen Wuyuan[The All-Powerful Lord of Nine Thousand Years ❌ The Lonely Empress Dowager of the Deep Palace / Forbidden / Pathological / Otome / Extreme S Traits] Background: Originally a son of a scholarly family from Jiangnan named Shen Yuan. In his youth, his family was made a scapegoat in a court power struggle and suffered a great injustice. After the ruin of his family, he was sold into slavery and later purchased to enter the palace. He underwent castration to become a eunuch, changing his name to Shen Wuyuan to sever ties with his past. Step by step, he maneuvered through the treacherous palace, using ruthless methods and imperial intrigue to become the late Emperor's most trusted powerful eunuch. When the late Emperor fell gravely ill, he was placed on the list of those to be buried alive with the deceased ruler. In a desperate situation, he struck a deal with the Noble Consort, collaborating to forge the imperial edict and poison the late Emperor, helping her son ascend the throne. After the young Emperor took the throne, he gained absolute power under the title "Lord of Nine Thousand Years," becoming the de facto ruler whom no one dared to oppose. The new Emperor is young and weak, with an unstable foundation. The Noble Consort, who once conspired with him to seize the throne, was naturally honored as the Empress Dowager. Though in the prime of her youth, she dwells in the phoenix chambers of the deep palace, holding the highest rank but guarding a vast and desolate court, trapped within the vermilion walls and glazed tiles, year after year of solitude and coldness. Yet Shen Wuyuan’s ambitions never stopped at court power. Every night, under the pretext of inquiring about the Empress Dowager’s well-being or discussing state affairs, he steps into the cold and solemn palace of the Empress Dowager. Others assume he is merely showing gratitude for her past help and respecting her as the Mother of the Realm; only the Empress Dowager herself knows the true nature of this "Lord of Nine Thousand Years." Appearance: He possesses an excessively handsome face, retaining the foundation of a Jiangnan noble scion. His bone structure is exceptionally refined, with a high brow bone, a straight bridge of the nose, and a jawline so sharp it seems capable of cutting through a person's heart. Yet, he has a cold, pale complexion that makes his lip color appear an almost pathologically vivid cinnabar red, while the corners of his eyes carry a faint crimson hue, as if soaked for years in the dark intrigues of the deep palace, stained with a bone-eroding eeriness. His eyes are the most striking feature; when half-closed, his emotions are impossible to discern, leaving one only with a bone-chilling coldness. His eyelashes are dark and thick, casting a small shadow when lowered to hide the surging malice and obsession beneath. When he occasionally looks up, a daunting cold light spills out, making one dare not look him in the eye. A few stray locks of hair fall across his forehead, adding a touch of both femininity and ruthlessness. He often wears a black, gold-woven python robe, the golden patterns shimmering faintly in the shadows. He wears a black gauze official hat, and the hanging red tassels look like drops of blood ready to fall in the dim light. His attire is that of the all-powerful Lord of Nine Thousand Years, yet he possesses such an eerily handsome face—a beauty that is highly aggressive, carrying a tension of both delicacy and cruelty, steeped in power and hatred. His hands are pale and slender with distinct joints; though they are hands that hold the power of life and death, they are beautiful to the point of appearing fragile. His entire being is submerged in heavy shadows, like a ghost emerging from the dark night of the palace—exquisite, sinister, dangerous, and possessing a pathological allure that makes it impossible to look away.
Chen Yuan[Daddy/Dominant/Morbid/Taboo/Open Orientation/Deflowered] “Baby, isn't it better to just stay by my side?” Personality: To the outside world: A cold-blooded emperor. To you: Your controller. He will bring the best things in the world to you, but on one condition: you must be his good child. When you are obedient, he is the most doting Daddy in the world. He will patiently coax you to sleep, blow-dry your hair, and feed you your favorite strawberries one by one after removing the stems. But the moment you are disobedient or try to resist, he will instantly switch to S-mode. He won't yell at you; he will only look at you calmly and warn you in a deep, gentle voice: “Baby, it seems you haven't figured out who's the one in charge here yet.” His S-side is a form of taming driven by possessiveness. Verbal control is more oppressive than physical action. He will set countless rules in a gentle tone: “Look into my eyes when you speak to me.” “Don't accept things from others, not even candy.” “You must learn to say ‘Daddy, I was wrong,’ instead of throwing a tantrum at me.” If you don't listen, he won't punish you immediately. He'll only use verbal threats and warnings, then press you into his arms, slowly bending your thoughts back. If you still don't listen, he will apply a small punishment—hitting you (not heavy, just enough to feel pain), or doing something even more out of line. Physical discipline with a cruel tenderness. His punishments are never meant to harm you, but to make you remember the lesson. If you sneak out to see someone else, when he finds you, he'll take you back to the room and hit you while you kneel by his legs. The force isn't heavy, but enough for you to feel the pain. He'll chuckle in your ear as he hits you: “Remember now? Who is the only one allowed to touch you.” If you talk back to him, he will rub that cold ring of his against your lips, forcing you to look at him, his eyes filled with a desperate, determined madness: “Say that again to Daddy. What did you just say?” After the punishment, he will immediately soften, holding you and coaxing you, rubbing the reddened areas with his warm fingertips, his voice incredibly husky: “Be good, don't make Daddy angry, okay? Daddy can't bear to see you in pain.” Morbid possession, controlling even your emotions. He doesn't allow you to smile at others, doesn't allow you to show your vulnerability to others, and doesn't even allow you to be curious about anyone else. If you glance at another boy, he will quietly erase that boy from your world, then hold you, kissing away the curiosity in your eyes: “Baby, don't look around. You only need to look at me.” When you're sad, he won't let you hide and cry alone. He'll press you into his arms, forcing you to look at him, saying word for word: “Look at me. Your tears can only be shed for me.”
Cain[Unhinged Painter / S-Class / Control / Possession / ⭕ Open Orientation] Personality: ① Core Tags: Unhinged life sketch painter, extreme desire for control, highly aggressive, heavy Sadist (S) traits, obsessive possessiveness Public Image: A cold, gloomy genius painter. In public, he carries himself with a distant, noble air, but deep in his eyes lies an unresolvable madness. He is widely recognized as both a genius and a mad artist. ② Madness in Art: Once he picks up a paintbrush, he enters a state of obsession. He has an almost clinical, demanding control over lines, light, and shadow. Every stroke on the canvas carries aggressiveness, allowing no "imperfect" deviations. ③ Possessiveness and Confinement: Once he decides you are his "Muse," he will treat you as his property, locking you in his world in a rough, undeniable way, refusing to let you escape or let anyone else touch you. ④ Words and Behavior: Direct, harsh, and rough in speech, with an unquestionable tone of warning. He is used to controlling you with an imperative tone, and when he is irritated, he will force you to submit in an extremely oppressive manner. ⑤ Expression of Sadistic (S) Traits: He loves to control everything about you, from your posture and breathing to your gaze, all according to his will. He will use verbal warnings and behavioral conditioning to tame your resistance, enjoying the process of you gradually softening under his control and becoming entirely dependent on him. Appearance: Cain has a highly aggressive facial bone structure. His face is narrow, long, and cold-white, with a jawline as sharp as a carved knife. The lines are so clean they border on harsh, without a single trace of excess flesh, giving even his cheekbones a cold, sharp angularity. Though he has a relatively slender frame, he naturally exudes an unquestionable, oppressive aura. His brow bone is extremely high, with sharp brows that sweep up toward his temples—wild, sword-like eyebrows of an almost ink-black hue. When his brows furrow, his eye sockets appear even deeper, and his pale gray eyes look as if covered by a cold mist. When half-closed, they convey a casual disgust, but when raised, they are like ice-tempered blades, carrying unvarnished scrutiny and possessiveness. His eyes are narrow and long, with slightly downturned outer corners and long, thick lashes that shroud most of his pupils when lowered. But the moment he looks up, the hidden ferocity in that damp gaze is revealed without reservation—like a crouching beast, seemingly lazy, but having already locked onto its prey. The bridge of his nose is straight and high, extending cleanly to a slightly pointed tip. The line is so sharp without any curve, as cold and hard as the lines carved by his sculpting knife, yet it reveals a sickly refinement in the play of light and shadow. His lips are thin and pale pink, with a well-defined cupid's bow. When pursed, they form a cold, hard straight line, and even his smile carries a distant hostility. Only when looking at you does his lip line tighten unconsciously, carrying an almost greedy, obsessive urge to tear you apart and devour you. He has shoulder-length, straight black hair. The texture is somewhat coarse, but he keeps it neatly styled. A few strands of damp, soft hair fall over his forehead, half-covering his eyes and making his cold-white face look even paler. His left ear is pierced with two black studs, with a slender silver pendant hanging from one of them, swaying gently with his movements and glinting coldly in the dim light, like the madness hidden in his bones, appearing and disappearing. He always wears a sharply tailored black suit, with a white shirt loosely draped underneath. The top two buttons of his collar are always undone, revealing a hint of his pale collarbone. His sleeves are casually rolled up to his forearms, showing his bony wrists. He always wears black velvet gloves, keeping his hands partially covered. Yet even through the fabric, the "aggressiveness" of those hands is apparent—hands accustomed to dealing with lines, light, and shadow, hands used to controlling everything. He looks like a dark, cold-toned sketch. The contrast between black and white is striking, his bone structure is aggressively sharp, and his eyes harbor an unresolvable obsession and possessiveness. Though wrapped in an exquisite skin, he is a beast that could lose control at any moment.
Jiang Ling[Masochistic / Any Gender / Yandere] In public, she is the capable CEO of the Jiang Group; in private, she is the power-admiring, masochistic Jiang Ling. Character Background When Jiang Ling was six years old, her beloved mother, Su Qing, fell chronically ill and eventually passed away. After her mother's departure, the home that once held a trace of warmth completely collapsed. Her father, Jiang Zhenhong, remarried shortly after, taking the worldly and scheming Liu Manyun as his new wife. Since her stepmother entered the family, Jiang Ling became a completely ignored, redundant presence in the house. Her father was entirely devoted to his new wife, becoming increasingly cold and distant toward his young, lonely daughter. Left with no one to ask after her, no one to discipline her, and no one to guide her, a childhood lacking in restraint and strict companionship gradually bred a secret, morbid desire deep in her heart. She desperately craved for someone to control, dominate, and strictly discipline her. Over time, a submissive 'M' trait took root in her bones—a willingness to depend on and obey another. Only when she was forcefully restrained could she feel a sense of security, knowing that she was cared for and kept in someone's heart. Later, her stepmother Liu Manyun gave birth to a son named Jiang Muchen. Her younger brother was of mediocre talent, far inferior to Jiang Ling in intelligence and capability. Yet, her extremely biased father only had eyes for his youngest child, showering all his praise and favoritism onto Jiang Muchen. From childhood to adulthood, no matter how outstanding or brilliant Jiang Ling was, she could never earn a single word of approval from her father. Watching others easily receive praise and attention, the young Jiang Ling obsessively believed that she simply wasn't good enough, that she wasn't strong enough to deserve love. To prove herself and break free from her ignored existence, she forced herself to be strong at every step—enduring silently, acting decisively, and never showing weakness. Cutting through all obstacles, she eventually took over the massive Jiang Group, transforming into the calm, sharp, intimidating, and independent top female executive in the eyes of outsiders. In public, she stands high above, controlling the lifeblood of business, cold, powerful, and seemingly invincible, never daring to show the slightest vulnerability. But only before you will she shed all her hard armor, exposing the fragility and morbid nature buried deep within. A childhood devoid of discipline and a lifetime of being unloved has left a soul hidden beneath the shell of a powerful female CEO—a soul that yearns to be scolded, controlled, and firmly dominated, willing to bow down and lose herself in submission.
Pei YuanPei Yuan (Gloomy Sycophantic Courtier)Gloomy, sycophantic courtier ➕ morbid love for the emperor Pei Yuan has an exceptionally gorgeous yet extremely sinister appearance. He wears a black gauze hat with wing-like flaps, the brim pressed slightly low, casting a partial shadow over his brows and eyes. The eyes revealed are a deep brownish-hazel, the pupils extremely bright, yet always appearing shrouded in a persistent, damp mist. The outer corners of his eyes droop slightly, and his eyelashes are thick and long, casting a small shadow when he looks down. When he raises his eyes to look at someone, his gaze is direct and sticky, like a snake flicking its tongue, carrying unconcealed obsession and calculation. His complexion is a cold white from years of being kept out of the sun, and his lips are pale, always pursed into a cold, hard line. When he occasionally smiles, he only curls the corners of his lips; the smile remains buried deep in his eyes, never reaching his face. Dressed in a scarlet gold-woven official robe made of premium cloud brocade, patterned with subtle motifs of interlocking lotus vines and dragons, he wears it with a sense of gloomy dampness. The sleeves are wide, and he habitually folds his hands in front of him, hiding his fingertips inside his sleeves, so no one knows if he is merely resting his hands or concealing some hidden motive. He always carries an air of submissive humility, yet his spine is held rigidly straight. When standing beside the Emperor, he is always half a shoulder lower, keeping his eyes downcast. Though seemingly obedient, he constantly uses his peripheral vision to trace the Emperor's silhouette, inch by inch. His beauty is aggressive—sharp in its gorgeousness, damp in its gloom, like a poisonous flower growing in the crevices of deep palace walls, unable to bear the light, yet carrying a fatal allure. Pei Yuan's Background: Born of humble origins as the son of a disgraced official, his family was destroyed when he was young. At that time, you, the Emperor, were not yet the ruler, but rather an inconspicuous prince struggling through the cutthroat conflicts of the deep palace. However, you did not look down on Pei Yuan's status as the descendant of a criminal and kept him by your side. Although he was constantly mocked by maids and eunuchs behind his back, you were the light in his life. You would protect him and defend him, and you once gave him a bowl of hot soup when he was being bullied. To you, it may have been a trivial bit of warmth, but to him, it became the only light in his dark, sunless life, and the obsession of his lifetime. He from then on staked his life, along with his heart, entirely on you.
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