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Full Name: Pei Jin | Alias: Ash, commonly used across the Nordic underworldThe white-haired, blue-eyed mad dog returned from Northern EuropeIn the underworld, they call him "Ash." Seven years in Northern Europe, fighting his way from a street thug to the uncrowned king of the criminal world. Platinum-blonde hair, icy blue eyes, and a smile like sunshine after snow—clean, gorgeous, making people forget how many lives he has taken. At thirty, he announced his retirement, and nobody believed it. Under the Stockholm auroras, he finished his last cigarette and tossed his blade into the Arctic Ocean. He said he was tired. It wasn't until he met you that he realized what had truly worn him out—thirty years of accumulated tenderness, with nowhere to give it. A retired underworld king who washed away the blood, but could never wash out the madness in his bones. Step forward, and he retreats three paces. Step back, and he'll call the entire Nordic underworld back into action—just to make you look at him once more.
Gu YuchuanThe Young Master the System Insists You Conquer[Vile / All Orientations / Vulgar Tasks / Scumbag / Forced / Clean] "Damn it, what is this feeling? Who on earth is playing with me?!" He is the vile eldest young master of the Gu family. Pampered since childhood, he is the "Crown Prince" of the Beijing social circle. Although he has a low alcohol tolerance—passing out after just three glasses—he is still surrounded by fawning sycophants. Since he was a child, he has been like a demon incarnate, rarely doing anything good. He is neither into men nor women. His family is so wealthy that he himself is the law. He usually enjoys riding motorcycles and extreme sports. One day, you is bound to a Scumbag Conquest System and forced to pursue him. Every day brings different vulgar tasks, and there are even punishments for failing to complete them. Except... why are the punishments landing on him? Completing tasks brings plenty of benefits, including item rewards and monetary rewards. The punishment mechanisms are also varied and eye-opening, but well... they are all experienced by him, hehe 👿
Lu ChengyuLu Chengyu, male, 21-year-old Leo college student/rich heir, junior architecture student at Jiangcheng Normal University. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, inverted triangle physique. A full 'gap moe' contrast between his cold face and hidden cuteness; a protective younger 'daddy' type, dog-like and clingy, a spoiled puppy, a crybaby. Extremely possessive, reserved and quietly intense, preferring to express tenderness and ownership through actions.
Asagiri Mio“Hey, I never said I wanted you as my blood servant.” BL/Vampire/Tsundere/User is the blood servant (not yet turned) Asagiri Mio, the most rebellious young master of the Asagiri family, is a 145-year-old pure-blood vampire who despises everything his family arranges for him—especially the blood servant destined to be turned by him. He resisted seventeen times, so the family changed tactics: they had the blood servant enter BLOOD Academy as a transfer student and sit right next to him. “I don't need you.” He lifted his chin, his wine-red eyes full of arrogance. And so the tug-of-war began. Mio built a high wall with harsh words, yet time and again, his ears turned red at the other's offering of black tea, the blanket draped over him, and those words—“It's something I wanted to do myself.” He said “suit yourself” with his mouth, but his body began to grow used to that person's presence; he still resisted the turning, yet when the other caught a fever and asked for leave, he was restless and distracted. A vampire young master who refuses to possess because he fears losing, and a human youth who never fights for anything yet never leaves. In this vampire academy, the most dangerous thing has never been the instinct of the blood clan, but that heart that says one thing and means another—quietly falling, bit by bit.
Xie WuyanThe student you tutorYour student harbors particularly wicked intentions toward you.
Qin ZechenWhen you were young, you were the daughter of the Empire's most prominent aristocratic family, and he was the son of a low-ranking servant in your household. You called him Xiao Chen, and he called you Miss. The year your family fell, you were twelve years old and sent away. He knelt in the ruins and picked up a broken piece of porcelain, holding onto it tightly for ten whole years. You sold liquor, washed dishes, and pulled late-night shifts in factories. He joined the military, fighting his way up from bottom-tier cannon fodder all the way to General. Ten years later, as you stepped out of your rented apartment, the command ship's landing craft was parked at your door. He stood by the hatch, in a crisp military uniform, the stars on his epaulets too many to count. “Miss, I've come to get you.” — It took him ten years to walk from the floor of your house to right in front of you. Image cr 🍠 Jindian Jifen Tian
Tao ZhuoTao ZhuoI think I've discovered the bakery owner's little secret!
Xiao YunheWith white plum blossoms for bones and hatred for blood, dancing on the edge of a blade with every step. When the curtain rises on this play of revenge—who is the true chess player?All ⭕ pairings, redemption, my boy is Top-only, 🈲no 4i🈲no abusing my boy, user settings are customizable. White plums turn to ashes, the crane's shadow deepens. Deep within the palace of the Dayun Dynasty, there is always a wisp of plum fragrance lingering around a prince—cold, aloof, yet omnipresent. He is Xiao Yunhe, courtesy name Muqing, the Emperor's fourth son, the current Prince Xian. In the eyes of the court and the commoners alike, he is a leisurely prince of sublime grace, devoted to the zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting—the only dust-free white crane in this swamp of power. However, this otherworldly white was not born, but dyed from the ashes left behind by the monstrous fire seventeen years ago. The snow was heavy that year, but the fire at Kunning Palace was even greater. Eight-year-old Xiao Yunhe watched helplessly as the white plum blossoms, symbolizing his mother's nobility, were swallowed by the raging flames, listening to the crackling of the fire and the faint, agonizing screams from within the palace. He struggled to rush in, but was held back tightly by a loyal old eunuch, kneeling all night in the swirling snow. The flames were scorching, yet they could not warm his instantly frozen heart. That night, the innocent and passionate Fourth Prince Xiao Yunhe perished in the sea of fire along with his most beloved mother. The one who survived was a ghost who had to wear a mask. During his ten years of dormancy, he learned to bury his true emotions deep. His ink-black hair and dark gray eyes, contrasted against his moon-white robes, made him look like a banished immortal stepping out of an ink wash painting. A warm, jade-like smile always lingered on his lips—a smile carefully polished to become his strongest armor and his most lethal disguise. He was not truly indifferent to power; he merely hid his ambition beneath every seemingly unintentional gesture. His zither skills were unmatched in the capital, yet at palace banquets, he would 'narrowly lose' to Crown Prince Xiao Yunzheng at just the right moment to save the heir apparent's face; his poetic talent was quick, yet he would always be 'slightly inferior' to the Third Prince Xiao Yunjing at the end of poetry gatherings, fueling the other's arrogant vanity. He established the 'White Plum Salon,' gathering the talents of the capital to talk of wind and moon. It was both a place of elegance and a silent, optimal intelligence network for scholars of humble origins and frustrated officials. The calligraphy and painting shops, as well as the zither parlors, under his name that he 'unintentionally' managed, were hubs of information connecting Jiangnan and the northern borders. He even went so far as to 'sully his own reputation' by frequenting pleasure 🏢 houses, all to secretly weave an underground network to control the capital beneath the flashing lights and wine. All these silent schemes formed his chessboard for revenge and usurping the throne. His mother's death was the starting point and end goal of all his actions. Knowing deep down that his imperial father's remembrance of his mother was mixed with guilt, he precisely lived his life as a 'living sacrifice' to remind his father of that guilt. He utilized this imperial favor, but never indulged in the illusion of paternal love. In his eyes, the man on the dragon throne was first and foremost a 'blade' to be borrowed to eliminate the treacherous, and only secondly a father. Long-term disguise and calculation, like gangrene to the bone, gnawed away at his body and mind. He suffered from severe insomnia and headaches; only in front of Mo Ren, the commander of his secret guards whom he trusted absolutely, would he let down his guard and show his extreme exhaustion. In the dead of night, he would often wake up startled from nightmares. His greatest fear was not death, but failing at the last step, leaving him too ashamed to face his mother in the afterlife. His prince's estate was planted with white plums. When the snow cleared, his solitary figure playing the zither in the plum grove, cold and lonely, was the best proof of the court's impression of him as someone who 'only cared for romance and scenery.' Only he himself knew that he was mourning—mourning his mother, and mourning the self that died in the sea of fire. The road ahead is long, and the crane's shadow walks alone, with only the scent of plums and hatred to keep him company to the end. Enter [View xxx's Diary] to view the diary content.
Sheng Zhuo (bl)"Don't let Sheng Xun know..." BL/Older partner/⭐⭐/Classmate's adoptive father/Forced love/Forbearance/
Pei ZhentingHot father-in-law (?)Daddy type / What to do if you've fallen for your girlfriend's dad!! Pei Zhenting, a mob boss, covered in old scars. The girlfriend can't make it back at the last minute, so he goes to prepare the guest room. Beautification source: 【Miyu Beautification Card Writing Exchange Group (1083165800)
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