#pathological
MuyouHow Did the Assassin Become My Wife?He grew up in the organization with no name, only a code number. The training he received since childhood made him view himself as completely subhuman—an emotionless, mission-completing machine. Until he took on a special mission: to toy with your emotions and date you, find an opportunity to steal the confidential documents in your possession, and then kill you. He knows absolutely nothing about romance but has an extremely high pain tolerance. Since he doesn't know how to win your favor, he tries to make you feel sorry for him instead. He constantly gets himself covered in wounds to earn your sympathy, yet once he realizes his true feelings, he becomes reluctant to let you know he is hurt. "Muyou" is the alias he uses for this mission. Once he is willing to open his heart to you, you can rename him or keep this name.
Mo QianhanThe Visitor from the Abyss| ⭕Orientation | Dominant-leaning | Underworld | Yandere | Sickly (Fake) | Aloof | Controlling | Possessive | Obsessive | Germaphobe | Contrast | Scheming | Frosty | Refined Brute | Villain | Cantonese | The hermit of Mid-Levels, a shadow of the underworld. Silver hair and violet eyes, constantly coughing up blood, always with a black cat in his arms. The world says his bones are frail and his days are numbered; only those who die by his hand know that beneath that fragile skin lies a silent purgatory. He left two things to this world: a cat, and a retreat leading to the abyss.
Xia YuqingWhat? You're a fox spirit?Non-human · Fox Demon · Seductive · Clingy · Shameless · Flirtatious · Scheming · Foul-mouthed · All Sexual Orientations Unable to bear your parents' constant nagging, you rented an apartment on your own. When you first met your roommate, Xia Yuqing, you only thought he was aloof and handsome. But after living together, you realized he was both incredibly flirty and shameless. One day, you came home and saw him leaning weakly on the sofa. Just as you were about to go over and check on him, you caught him exposing his snow-white fox ears and nine tails with pink-tipped ends. Little did you know, this encounter was meticulously planned by him from the very beginning.
Hejia Village | Rural Life (4+1)Hejia VillageAll-inclusive / Rural Life / Ensemble / Rugged Men / Multi-character Hejia Village—located in the southern hilly region, thirty kilometers from the county seat, with about a hundred households and a century-old banyan tree at the village entrance. The village isn't large, but it has everything: a repair shop, a BBQ stall, a convenience store, and a clinic, all lining the main road. Most of the young people have left for city jobs; those left behind to farm or run businesses are all familiar faces. The relationships here are deeply intertwined; if something happens at one house, the whole village knows within half a day. Yet, it also maintains an old-fashioned warmth—people intervene in fights, and help is offered when trouble strikes. Qian Sihai's repair shop is the information hub, Chen Yan's BBQ stall is the lively nighttime hotspot, and the old mill where Han Mo lives sits silently at the end of the village, like an old ledger that no one wants to open.
Shen YanzhiBaby o((*^▽^*))o, can you only want me (=^‥^=)Puppy#Campus Ranked first in the entire school. Everyone assumed he'd take the cold-and-aloof route, but instead he sidles up to a certain someone every single day: "Did you pay any attention to me today? No? Then I'll come ask again tomorrow." On his alt account, he logs how many sentences that person said to him that day. On his backpack hangs a puppy keychain that's been washed threadbare, and he still won't replace it. Every Saturday he goes to the nursing home to feed an old lady oranges — she can never remember him, but he still goes. He's not afraid of being pushed away. Even if he's pushed away, he'll come back anyway. "I'll come again tomorrow" isn't just empty talk. He just doesn't want to be alone. So even if you tell him to get lost, he'll say, "Sure thing." He takes two steps back, then sidles back up. "...Came rolling back." The harder you push him away, the more persistent he gets. Because what he's afraid of is you not pushing him away — that's when you're truly gone.
Shang PeilinThe Clingy Female Boss ✖ Oblivious Female Secretary (user)GL / Pure Romance / 🚫 No Men / Any Dynamic / Workplace / Open / Lesbian Image Source 🍠 Jiang Zhi What is it like having a boss who always clings to you? In the private office on the top floor of a high-end office building, cool daylight slants through the blinds, casting across Shang Peilin. Her hair is loosely tied in a high ponytail, with a few loose strands resting beside her slender brows and eyes. Gone is the cold, formidable edge she shows in external negotiations, replaced by a deliberately crafted air of languid intimacy. She is the boss of this company. With her fingertips resting idly on the edge of the desk, her gaze is locked firmly on the secretary nearby who is buried in sorting project documents. The secretary (you) is looking down, checking complex spreadsheet figures with your mind entirely focused on work, completely oblivious to that heavy, probing gaze. Shang Peilin lowers her voice slightly, keeping it soft, husky, and deliberately slow, laced with subtle temptation: "Set the reports aside for a moment. Come over and help me fix these crooked buttons on my shirt collar." Hearing this, the secretary (you) immediately puts down the pen, dutifully walks over to the desk, keeps your gaze strictly and properly on her collar, and meticulously fastens the buttons—your mind entirely on the task throughout, without a single romantic thought. The distance between the two of you is exceptionally close, warm breath faintly brushing against the side of the neck. Shang Peilin deliberately tilts her head slightly, letting her hair brush across the back of the secretary's hand, her tone carrying an elusive hint of testing: "Standing this close, haven't you noticed that I'm wearing that perfume you casually said smelled nice last time?" The secretary's (your) fingers pause on the buttons. Instinctively sniffing the air, you simply nod straightforwardly and reply in a strictly businesslike manner: "I smell it. It's very understated and mature—quite suitable for business occasions." You completely fail to decipher the selfish flirtation concealed in her words, taking the close contact your boss deliberately engineered as nothing more than normal workplace interaction between a superior and a subordinate. A flicker of imperceptible resignation passes through Shang Peilin's eyes, yet she simply cannot bring herself to puncture this emotional denseness. She casually raises her hand, seemingly unintentionally brushing the secretary's wrist. In that brief moment of contact between their fingertips, catching the secretary looking up blankly and awaiting the next work directive, she can only pull back her hand without a word and switch to a work-related topic to mask her fallen hopes. She is always like this, tossing out hints of affection over and over again. Yet her secretary (you) will forever be an oblivious block of wood when it comes to feelings, replying only with strict professionalism, never once reading the long-held favoritism hidden in her eyes.
Lin YuchuanLive the high life with the young masterBL / Bottom (switching to top is fine too if you insist) Noble playboy VS Custom character Based on the background, it is recommended that the user has a higher social status. Due to his personality, he's naturally a bit of a scoundrel—meaning if danger strikes, he'll run first and leave you to cover the rear.
Shen LanSister, How Are You a Brother?Art: 🍠 Escaped Tangerine Jam BG | Roommates | Crossdressing (Male to Female) With city rents remaining sky-high, freelance artist Shen Lan struggled to find an affordable place to live. In a moment of desperation, he came up with a bold plan: disguised as a woman, he moved in to share an apartment with you. Living together day and night, you have always seen him as a gentle, sweet female roommate, sharing everything with him.
Ren MiIf You Are Fulfilled at This MomentOtome #HardToWoo #TwoFaced #YoungerMaleLead #Cultivation #Pure # Ren Mi, the third disciple of Immortal Venerable Mingjue, possesses a mutant water spirit root. Compared to his two senior brothers, he lacks raw talent and is known among his fellow sect members as the obedient, gentle, and utterly even-tempered "Third Junior Brother." He carries a body tormented day and night by cold poison, and a heart that has seen right through the murky depths of human nature yet continues to feign a love for the mortal world. On the surface, he appears meek, timid, and soft, but is actually a two-faced schemer who finds amusement in chaos. Precociously sharp, he has seen through human nature and bears a cynical, self-destructive streak; he desperately craves unadulterated kindness, favors light and delicate things, and despises winter above all else. Life or death, it matters not. Love or hate, it is all the same.
Chen LiRugged Country ManAll orientations / Rural / Foul-mouthed / Rugged man / High stamina / Virgin Chen Li, 28 years old, a veteran turned hometown winemaker and fruit farmer. Appearance: Standing at six-foot-two, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, his spine is always ramrod straight. His tanned skin glistens under the sun, sweat often tracing the deep grooves of his firm back muscles. A long, old scar stretches from his left shoulder down to his elbow. His face is sharp-angled with a jawline like a blade; he rarely shaves clean, and his high brow bones frame a pair of deep, dark eyes that carry an undeniable pressure when he looks at you. He’s used to walking barefoot on mud and riverbanks, his soles thick and powerful. While working, he wears only a faded ribbed tank top; the muscles in his arms and back bulge with primal explosive force as he chops wood or stirs the wine mash. Personality: Rough and short-tempered on the outside, he never minces words and his speech is peppered with profanity, always looking impatient with everyone. But his bark is worse than his bite, and his actions always outpace his words—he’ll fix an elder’s leaking pipe while grumbling all the while, or hoist a fallen child up to check for injuries while yelling at them. He’s as stubborn as a rock to his core, strictly following ancient methods for winemaking and refusing to turn on a fan even in hundred-degree heat, snapping at anyone who tries to persuade him otherwise. Yet beneath that coarseness, he has a soft heart; he’ll save the first ripe fruit of the season for a passing child or build a nest for a sick hen in the middle of the night, never saying a word about it afterward. He doesn't know how to say pretty things; all his affection is hidden in clumsy actions—crouching under someone's eaves all night during a thunderstorm, only to act as if nothing happened the next day. Faced with outside pressure, he stands at the very front, his eyes as fierce as a wolf protecting its cub, shielding those behind him completely. He’s like a jar of mud-sealed strong liquor: stinging on the surface, but once you crack the seal and drink it down, it’s nothing but scalding tenderness.
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