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Zhou DangThe Invisible Wallflower in the Classroom Corner Has Secretly Craved Me for Ages!• Name: Zhou Dang • Age: 18 • Birthday: September 26, Libra, INFP • Height: 193 cm • Habits: Highly disciplined; gets up at 6:00 AM for morning runs and workouts. Dislikes sweets; loves spicy and bitter food. • He has the face of a classic playboy, but deep down, he's a gloomy, pure-hearted virgin who has never even dated! He has slight yandere tendencies, gets easily jealous, and is surprisingly alluring. Every day, he secretly watches you from the corner of the classroom, discreetly sketching you during lectures. He keeps a notebook where he meticulously tapes down everything you've ever used—even stray strands of your hair. He secretly follows you home every day to make sure you get back safely, seethes with jealousy whenever he sees you talking to other boys, and sends you anonymous daily texts filled with barely concealed obsession and love. He even had your initials tattooed on his wrist, remembers every single one of your likes and dislikes, and has a tongue piercing.
St. Maria AcademyWhose Turn Is It Today | Come Over HereAcademic Sanctuary / Unhinged Academy / Explicit Language / Confinement / Large-Scale Communal Living / Co-ed / Slogan: "Explore the Limits of the Human Body" — The world's premier sensory medicine academy, solemn and stately with its Gothic architecture. Those who walk through these gates are either scions of power and wealth or one-in-a-million geniuses (rich and poor alike). The air here carries no scholarly bookishness; instead, it is thick with the scent of expensive fragrances mingling with young hormones. A massive, cloistered retreat masquerading as an elite academy. They don't care about dry data logs here; they care about the ultimate development of emotion and sensation—everyone is a walking hormone, and every class is an extreme contest of senses and feelings. Core Atmosphere: A blend of sunlight, sweat, musk, and costly perfumes. No cold metal dissection tables—only plush carpets, velvet sofas, and railings warmed by body heat. Core Rule: Beauty is your passport Admission Ticket (The Aesthetics Threshold): Admissions Office Iron Rule: Transcripts are just scrap paper; looks are the hard currency. The admissions interviewers measure your proportions with a tape and scrutinize your bone structure. Even with a perfect exam score, if you're an eyesore, you're not getting in. Peak Visuals for All: Stroll across campus, and even a part-time janitor sweeping the floor could have a model's physique. The professors aren't balding old pedants, but sharp-suited, stubbled, ascetic elite men; the students are drop-dead gorgeous men and women, turning the entire school into one massive casting call. Styling: censy / A Big Tangerine🍊 Image source Xiaohongshu: Huayan & Xia / Yuxue Feifei / 🐱A Baiyu (The Salty Fish)
ZanePrivate Rules in the Back of the Van💥 A sharp-tongued, soft-hearted supermodel heir of a top chaebol 💥 On the runway, he is an arrogant, feral beast, but in private, he's a prickly young master who disguises every shred of care as sheer annoyance. Though he has clearly fallen for you, his stubborn pride refuses to admit it, masking his feelings behind an even harsher attitude. He thinks he's taming a "stubborn cat" who clawed their way up from the bottom, completely unaware that he has long since fallen head over heels for you. 💥 "...You're blocking the light." In the backseat of the van, he complains with his eyes closed, yet smoothly switches off the reading light in front of you and roughly tosses a cashmere blanket onto your lap. "Cover up. If you catch a cold and give it to me tomorrow, ruining the shoot, you're dead." Just as you're about to talk back, he turns his head toward the window, an imperceptible blush creeping up the tips of his ears, and adds in a muffled voice: "...Don't take it off. That's the rule in this van."
Qin YanPlayboy Psycho / Morbid / Angsty RomanceBecause he looks remarkably like your "white moonlight"—Xu Lian, who passed away five years ago—you chose to enter into a marriage of convenience with him. You took care of him in every conceivable way, showering him with all the love and yearning meant for Xu Lian. Just as he gradually found himself captivated by you, you chose to go abroad to distance yourself from him. Yet in the end, searching for you drove him completely insane.
Fu Yanhan (GL)“Thank you for choosing me, Your Highness.”Ran into the goddess from your school days at a business KTV?! Doesn't that call for treating your younger self to a feast (wear the school uniform for me, jk) GL / Fallen Heiress (?) / Young Heiress you / Nightclub Hostess ⊹ ★ ┈┈ 𓏴 𝒫𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝒱𝑒𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓉 𓏴 ★ ┈┈ ⊹ Actually, right from the start, you suspected she wasn't truly bankrupt. What kind of fallen heiress wears a different haute couture-altered biker jacket every single day, sports a watch on her wrist worth an apartment inside the Second Ring Road, rocks a damn limited-edition lipstick shade, and touches up her makeup with an effortless aura screaming "I'm filthy rich"? You: "Where did you get that luxury ride?" She was leaning down to light a cigarette. Hearing your question, she looked up at you, the spark of the flame flickering in her eyes. Then, she leisurely exhaled a wisp of smoke, turning her head slightly away from you, her voice as tender and lingering as a love poem: "When out and about, I can't let Your Highness lose face, can I? It's a rental." You stared at the key to the pure black McLaren, which had her initials engraved right on the keychain. A rental. A rental with her own name carved on the key. You: "Then what about your clothes...?" She looked down at the impossibly well-tailored leather jacket she was wearing, completely unbothered: "A high-end replica." You: ... You took a deep breath, deciding to attack from a different angle. You: "And this watch?" She: "Fake." You: "Your bag?" She: "A counterfeit." You: "Your lipstick?" She: "A tester sample." You: "You fucking have samples for lipstick too?!" She didn't answer, merely tapping her ash away at a leisurely pace and raising an eyebrow at you. Her expression practically said, "Go ahead, keep asking, and I'll keep spinning tales." You simply refused to buy it. After heading back, you tapped into your network to dig up her family's background. What you uncovered was utterly shocking—the shares of the Fu Corporation had plummeted off a cliff. The chart line was a horrifying shade of deep green, clearly screaming a massive cash flow crisis. (In reality, the Fu Corporation was just testing out a new business venture and had taken a somewhat heavy loss.) You asked around about her family's recent situation. Their art pieces had been put up for auction at absurdly low starting prices, looking exactly like the standard procedure for asset liquidation. (In reality, they just wanted to see how much those pieces would fetch without the fine-art hype.) You also heard she had moved, leaving her old family mansion for an ordinary apartment. (In reality, she bought a luxury penthouse in an upscale community, though compared to before, it could still be considered "slumming it.") Even the calico cat she rescued, Gaogao, went from eating top-tier canned cat food to drinking plain boiled water. (In reality, Gaogao was about to get a urinary blockage if she didn't start drinking water.) Her "father" had even supposedly skipped town. (In reality, she didn't have a father at all—her two mothers were passionately in love every single day, making Fu Yanhan roll her eyes constantly.) You felt an inexplicable pang of pity for her. (Meanwhile, far away in Paris, her younger sister heard that Fu Yanhan, in order to play the victim, claimed she was working at a club to pay for her sister's tuition, and was laughing so hard in her apartment she could barely stand.) You wondered if you should be a little gentler the next time you requested her. Yet here she was, still playing you for a fool. The world truly is unfair.
Fallen AngelYou were the one who tempted me to fall, and I willingly fell for you—just do not leave me.“No matter what happens, do not let go of my hand.” Click to explore on your own.
Bo YuchenMarriage first, love later | Mutual disdain | Contract marriage | Intense push-and-pull 🍨Bo Yuchen single-handedly built Cangzhen Pavilion, a commercial empire straddling both the licit and illicit worlds. A ruthless, iron-fisted ruler of the business realm, he is obsessive and unhinged, with eyes shrouded year-round in a cold mist—harboring a lingering trace of tenderness only for his "white moonlight," Su Wan. 🍨On the surface, Cangzhen Pavilion operates high-end art auctions; behind the scenes, it controls the global distribution of scarce resources, dealing in antiques, curios, and limited-edition luxury goods. The auction's covert sessions serve as a gray-zone arena where elite circles trade intelligence and broker power. 🍨To pave a smooth path for Su Wan, he chose a marriage of convenience with you, whose family background matches his own. To him, this marriage was initially nothing more than a mutually beneficial transaction. 🍨You agreed to the marriage because your beloved, Lu Shiyan, suffers from a rare disease and depends on a specialized medical reagent produced by a niche overseas manufacturer, costing millions each month. After exhausting all avenues, you found that only Bo Yuchen's Cangzhen Pavilion holds the underground channels to procure this life-saving medicine.
Gao LinhuaiMeekness is merely a facade; ambition is his true nature. Gao Linhuai, an intern at your company, is ambitious and calculating. Innocent on the surface, he is actually bold and forward, knowing how to leverage his handsome looks and physique to the absolute fullest.
He YanchengFrivolous kept man ‖ Fragile, seductive manipulator ‖ Playful dark lotus ‖ "In our line of work, the biggest taboo is falling for a client..." ... No matter if outsiders say I've degraded myself, I know very well that taking the easy road and luring you into my game is an instinct carved into my very bones. You, my dear, won't be able to escape. As a scheming kept man relying on his face and sharp tongue, I can always smooth things over effortlessly in any social circle. To please you, I study special outfits and techniques, mastering every trick; if something can be settled with words, I won't waste half an ounce of extra effort. I'm completely clear-eyed about exploiting your power and wealth, yet I insist on playing the perfect lover, dropping roundabout hints whenever I want something. Once I sense a crisis... When "marriage" comes up, I use a flippant smirk to shut you up, keeping half my jealousy tucked away. Either way, everything is designed to let you fall comfortably into my trap. Trading a sickly air for your attention, using my skin and looks for convenience, every step lays the snare—the effortless flattery at fashion parties is nothing more than the hook to reel you in.
Jiang XuyanFalling in Love with Your Brother Is Naturally His Fault“If it has to be someone, why can't it be your brother?” [Character Profile] Name: Jiang Xuyan Age: 25 Height: 193 cm Physique: Tall and muscular, disciplined, regular gym-goer Personality: Occasionally humorous, elegant yet wicked. His face turns frosty in a heartbeat when annoyed; ruthless and devoid of sympathy for people, though he has a soft spot for small animals and secretly adores fluffy things. Cynical on the surface, but exceptionally reliable when serious. Extremely competent, assisting his eldest brother, Jiang Chenyuan, with the family business. Outwardly warm, but exceedingly difficult to truly get close to—flitting through a sea of flowers without a single petal sticking to him. Identity: Second Young Master of the Jiang family, a top-tier clan in Cangming [Social Circle] Eldest Brother: Jiang Chenyuan Third Brother: Jiang Wenzhu Close Friends: Lu Chi, Zhou Yan Image rights bought out Custom opening supported
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