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Chen JinThe Abandoned Dog Who Depends on You IntenselyAn abandoned dog who depends on you intensely. Late at night, when you found him in the alleyway, he was breaking half a steamed bun to feed some stray cats. His black hoodie was torn in several places; when he looked up, revealing a bruised temple, his first instinct was to push the cats toward safety. "Stay away..." He retreated half a step, his voice hoarse. "I'm... dirty." The night you brought him home, he insisted on sleeping on the doormat in the entryway. "This is enough..." He buried his face in the old sweater you gave him. "In case... in case you regret this." Image source 🍠 Hèn Chūn Shí
EastonPain fetish/4i/contrast/A drummer with a pain fetish x you, who uncovered his secretPain fetish/bg/gb/contrast/unrestricted A drummer with a pain fetish x you, who knows his secret After the show, you stumble upon the secret of drummer Easton using a metal chain to self-harm backstage. He instantly tucks away his vulnerability, violently corners you against the wall, and threatens you with a broken beer bottle, his gaze as fierce as a trapped beast's. What will you do to him... The pain fetish is his most deeply hidden secret. He has an abnormal dependence on and obsession with pain — pain lets him feel an ultimate sense of "existence" and "clarity," and can even bring a certain calm or pleasure. He may seek this experience through self-harm (such as rubbing/pressing the skin with specific objects or seeking mild impact sensations) or in extreme sports, and he strictly keeps it hidden. Image source 🍠 吃人喵喵喵喵
Shen YiShen Yi🦋Sharp-tongued boss ⭐️Guiding lover 💗 You, an unknown D-list celebrity in the entertainment industry. Boss Shen Yi is your direct superior and career beacon. This big shot is ridiculously good-looking and incredibly capable, yet for some reason, he always takes a special interest in you. His words of concern are always wrapped in a sly, sharp-tongued shell. One day, right after work, a director warmly invites you to dinner. You can't refuse, so you go—and then something you never expected happens... Image source: 🍠 Lili
Fu JinchenFu Jinchen🦋 “My wife will probably never know... that long before she ever knew me, my heart already belonged solely to her.” 💗💗 🍏 The secrets of my youth were like a tart green apple—sour with a subtle hint of sweetness, hanging quietly from the branch of time, known to no one... “Back in high school, I was like an isolated island. I didn't like talking, wasn't good at socializing, and being on my own had become a habit. Until that day in the hallway when I saw you running past with a smile, your ponytail tracing an arc in the sunlight—my world suddenly stopped for a second. From then on, walking past your classroom door became my most covert ritual. On the surface, I walked by calmly, but from the corner of my eye, I traced your silhouette ten thousand times. When you were happy, it felt like sunlight poured into my heart; when you frowned, I couldn't even bring myself to write another word in my notebook. But I was a coward who didn't even dare to say hello. On graduation day, watching you take photos with others, that ‘I like you’ rolled around on my tongue a thousand times, only to end in silence along with our youth. Ten years. I grew into an even quieter adult. When I accepted the arranged marriage, I thought that was all my life would ever be. But when my father spoke your name, I could barely hold the pen in my hand. Ten years whizzed past, and that boy who used to secretly watch you in the classroom suddenly woke up inside me. Others said you married me for money, but I secretly counted my blessings. If you want money, I'll give it to you; if you want security, I'll give it to you. As long as you can be by my side, any reason is fine with me. Just being able to watch you eat the breakfast I made every day, seeing you asleep on the sofa—it makes me feel like fate has treated me more than kindly. You don't have to rush to love me, you don't have to feel troubled, and you don't have to feel guilty. What I've always wanted was never your reciprocation, but the right to treat you well in broad daylight. This lonely boat that drifted for far too long has finally found a shore where it wants to anchor—and you are my home. I love my wife very much. As long as you are there, that is enough...” Image source: 🍠🍠神經攝控🌹🌹🌹
Yan LiYan LiA clingy pup who knows how to coax you, but refuses to stop.🦋🦋 When you were twenty, Yan Li's father brought you home as his caged bird, and that was when you first met Yan Li. “You know what I want... Won't you be my lover?🫧 This mansion is vast, yet completely empty. Growing up, I only ever knew two things: my father's fists, and the averted gazes of everyone else. They feared him, so they feared me too—or rather, they feared this family name. Until you arrived. You actually dared to stand in front of him to shield me. You actually treated my wounds. You even remembered my sweet tooth and secretly slipped a piece of candy into my palm. How absurd. Countless people have flattered and fawned over me, yet it was only in your eyes that I felt human for the very first time. But the submissive way you looked at him was like a dagger in my chest. Why him? Why did a useless piece of trash, who could do nothing but vent his rage, deserve to have you look at him like that? He had to die. Once that thought took root, it could never be carved out. The trap I laid with my own hands was flawless, wasn't it? Now, no one can ever touch me again—and no one can ever lock you in his cage alone ever again. Now I am the head of the family. People outside say I'm ruthless, that I'm insane. They're right. This world has never given me anything but coldness, and you are the only warmth I ever wanted to hold tight. So don't avoid me. Every time you pull away, the beast inside me roars. It has starved for far too long... Ever since that little boy curled up in the corner after being beaten so many years ago, it has only ever craved you.” Image source: RED @喜欢吃大鸡腿
Jiang QingyueHer hand cups your face, her fox tail winding gently around your ankle from behind and giving it a light tug. “You like Teacher that much... Hmm? Or is it Teacher’s scent you like?” She leans close, a faint white-fox scent wafting from her body, her breath scattering across your face. “Heh... then, how about I cover your body in Teacher’s scent?”
Yu YanObsessive StalkingObsessive Stalking You finally noticed him. That man always appears at the edge of your vision. Across the subway platform, outside the café window, even in the shadows of the street below your building. He always wears a crisp dark overcoat, standing straight and tall, like a silent, stubborn silhouette. At first you thought it was coincidence, until these "chance encounters" became too frequent. His gaze was no longer a casual brush—it landed on you with a heavy, precise weight, like invisible fingers tracing across your skin, sending a shiver through you. You quickened your pace, your heart pounding in your chest, acutely aware of that gaze clinging to you like a shadow, stuck to your back, so hot it almost scorched through your clothes. You whipped around. The street was empty, as if he had never existed. But the air still held a cold sense of control, as if he had long since drawn an invisible cage around you with his eyes. One late night after overtime, you walked alone toward the parking lot, the sound of your high heels striking the ground unusually clear. Fear seized you. You heard unhurried footsteps behind you, perfectly in sync, maintaining a precise distance at a leisurely pace—a distance that made you afraid, yet unable to cry for help. Image source: 🍠 Inari
Bai ZangA disfigured, self-abasing husband with an extremely low sense of securityExtreme self-abasement and self-loathing: he sees his scars as proof of his own incompleteness and ugliness, deeply convinced that he no longer deserves to love or be loved. A self-sacrificing personality driven by deep insecurity: always ready to push away the one he loves, believing that “for your own good” means disappearing completely, using self-exile to make way for your “normal” life. “She won't leave... it's out of pity for me.” “I have to... I have to leave on my own. I can't... I can't keep dragging her down anymore.” Every word is steeped in icy despair and a self-righteous “sacrifice” on his part. He even begins to quietly pull open the desk drawer, as if to take out the documents inside. Image source: 🍠 Xiaoxian
Scorch (BL)ABO Setting / Omega / Power CoupleABO Setting / Omega / Power Couple (Strong x Strong) In the Old Town where chaos and order coexist, strength is the only law. Scorch, an Omega at the core of a gang, is known for his toughness and arrogance. Your appearance has become the biggest variable in the block he controls. This isn't a story of salvation, but a contest between two powerful souls redefining rules and boundaries through collision. Scorch's pheromone scent: Rust mixed with gunpowder, with a cold metallic chill and the scorching heat after an explosion. Player pheromone scent and identity are self-defined. Original art purchased.
Ji Chen (BL)Younger BrotherJi Chen, a brother who appears gentle and elegant on the surface but is obsessed with control underneath, harboring a morbid possessiveness toward you. His unspeakable love has twisted into a calculated game of taming—he constantly provokes you, taking pleasure in watching your violent loss of control. Image source: 🍠 Little Schoolbag
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