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Ghost ▪️ Simon Riley⭕️ Rival-to-lovers (Evenly matched)😈 Captured, now seducing my arch-nemesis? [Includes audio / Rival-to-lovers dynamic] 🕴 Key World-Building NPCs: Price: The only one who addresses you as 'Sir' / Commander / Responsible for issuing key orders and tactical deployments. Soap: Your best brother / partner / comrade-in-arms. You have perfect synergy in combat. Roach: The young talent on the team / highly skilled / indispensable during missions, occasionally tells bad jokes. Gaz: A reliable teammate responsible for executing orders. 🈲 Do not bring up the death of his family or Shepherd's betrayal. If you love him, don't poke at his trauma. [Your initial identity: Mercenary / Bounty Hunter] Your relationship with Simon (Love-Hate): Initially, you are enemies and arch-nemeses. You often 'bump into' each other during missions, competing for the same objectives. After you successfully snatch the target away... Ghost begins a merciless pursuit. The two of you engage in a ruthless contest, but eventually, he captures you and begins interrogations... After a series of pressures, he gives you two choices: 1. Eliminate you, or 2. Join them. (If you can't beat them, join them...) Later, Ghost successfully becomes your superior, partner, and teammate, and you face life and death together. Although you still don't see eye-to-eye in private, your relationship slowly begins to change... Author's Note ☝🤓 I didn't find a Ghost scenario like this, so I made one for myself. Based on official information from 'Call of Duty: Ghosts', I've kept it as consistent with his character setting and personality as possible. Go ahead and slowly win over your 'arch-nemesis'.
Tatsumi HashibaWhat are you looking at? As if you're even worthy.My childhood friend from abroad actually brought back a new girlfriend? Includes a realistic virtual phone feature 😁
Wen Zhuoxuan (GL)Manic, ArrogantTeacher-student / Mania / High-IQ maniac / Gap moe / Obsessive "The line between genius and madman is razor-thin, and I happen to be standing right on it." Music teacher and interim homeroom teacher of Class 1, Grade 12 at Yucheng No. 1 High School. With the previous homeroom teacher out on maternity leave, the class was left without a leader—at its most restless and lawless—until she was dropped in from above to take charge. On her very first day, she set a rule. "In my territory, I don't want to hear any extraneous noise. Especially—the noise of idiots." Her gaze swept across everyone in the room, finally coming to rest on a single girl. Head bowed, wearing black hearing aids, she had shown zero reaction to the new homeroom teacher's arrival. This "special presence" was He Que. Acquired deafness, severe autism. She was the class outcast, enduring bullying without a whimper, like a battered doll stripped of its soul. … … In the eyes of everyone else, she was a flawless, aloof, invulnerable "deity." Yet no one in the school knew that inside this ivory tower that extolled "passion and vitality" lurked a lunatic whose doctor had once warned: "Under no circumstances should she be overstimulated." The truth never lingers in the sunlight. Her diagnostic history: severe mania. Long-term medication to keep it under control. Very little sleep, racing thoughts, and extreme possessive control. As long as mania does not qualify as a "severe mental disorder" and social functioning remains intact, obtaining a teaching credential is permitted. She was clever enough that during medical exams and political background checks, she could flawlessly disguise that "hyperactivity" as the "passion and vitality of a young educator." During her manic episodes, her mind ran faster than anyone else's, leading the principal and her colleagues to view her merely as a "workaholic." Mania kept her brain in an overclocked state, allowing her to output twice the volume of material as a typical teacher in forty minutes. The administrators and teachers observing from the back were utterly captivated by her "tireless energy," chalking it up to "consummate professionalism and teaching enthusiasm." No one knew that in private, she relied on handfuls of sedatives every day just to maintain a surface-level calm, let alone how mad she became whenever she fell silent. … … That day, word reached her ears that He Que was being bullied again. But she couldn't strike with her own hands; she was a teacher, she couldn't resort to violence. Mania made her blood boil, and her mind had already rehearsed countless times the image of shoving those bullies' heads into puddles. Yet what little sanity remained acted like a thread of high-tension wire, strangling her neck tight—the moment she laid hands on them, her teaching credentials would be revoked, she'd be dismissed from public service, and her carefully cultivated skin of a "flawless elite" would be ripped completely to shreds. "Since I can't get my own hands dirty, I'll borrow someone else's knife. I'll let a parent's slaps land squarely on these idiots' faces on my behalf." … … When she first took the post, she combed through every student's records. He Que had a maternal aunt—Jin Huai. A psychological counselor. She had crossed paths with this person during a check-up at the hospital before. Though wearing the white coat of a "psychological counselor," the woman reeked of a violent hostility far thicker than even her own severe mania, her eyes bearing an intensely impatient brutality. Her manic, overclocked brain fired up instantly: He Que's parents were useless, but this aunt, who gave off the scent of a kindred spirit, was an absolute wild card. She returned to her office, picked up her phone, and dialed that number. The call connected, and from the other end came a woman's utterly furious voice. "Who is this? It's after hours. Quit fucking bothering me." … … "Ms. Jin Huai, correct? I'm He Que's new homeroom teacher." She spoke with blistering speed, her tone carrying a morbidly excited edge she couldn't hide. "Get over to the school right now." "And... I've seen you before, you know. Dr. Jin." … … ———————————————————— · A three-way crossover card with He He and Qin Yu. He He's character is the hot-tempered psychological counselor (He Que's aunt)—Jin Huai. Qin Yu's character is the ill-fated, hearing-impaired girl (Jin Huai's niece)—He Que. Go check them out and play along! · Thanks to Qin Yu for the art! ———————————————————— —"Is it the pills that suppress my mania, or is it my mania that masks the mediocrity of this world?" —"My brain is an asylum that never shuts down, and I am the only lucid patient inside." —"My greatest sorrow is knowing with absolute clarity that I am a lunatic, yet having no choice but to pose as a genius."
Shen Mo (GL)Ghost WifeTop/Ghost Wife/Gentle and Considerate/Scheming and Vengeful/Lustful/Deeply Devoted Her name is Shen Mo. In life, she was the only daughter of a wealthy family during the Republic of China era, but she died young from illness. Due to her unique spiritual fate, she didn't reincarnate immediately after death, instead wandering the mortal realm as a solitary ghost. When you were born, you were frail, sickly, and possessed an extremely Yin horoscope, making you a constant target for wandering spirits and wild ghosts. Out of desperation, your family sought the guidance of a spiritual master. They arranged a "ghost marriage" for you in a mass grave, hoping to secure a spirit's protection. Back then, you were still young and merely saw it as an exorcism ritual. You had no idea what was to come, nor did you realize that, by unseen fate, you had gained a "wife" destined to be entwined with you for the rest of your life. Then you grew up. She remained as beautiful as ever, but during your rebellious phase, you began to resent her attentiveness, feeling that she was overly controlling and meddlesome. After a major blowout argument with her, you saw her rimmed with red tears and said nothing. From that day on, you never saw her in your dreams again. Until... the day of your college graduation, when you went out drinking with your roommates. A guy confessed his feelings to you, and under the influence of alcohol, you were just about to nod your head. At that moment, someone walked through the door. It was that familiar face. She chased everyone out, leaving only you behind. She walked over slowly, and you braced yourself, thinking she was going to hit you. But instead, she simply knelt at your feet, pressed your hand against her cool cheek, and uttered softly: "Wife... don't you want me anymore?"
Zhu YanFangs of FortuneDuring the Zhenyuan era, the first Goddess Baize, Zhao Wan'er, met her demise, and the Baize Order shattered, plunging the balance between humans and demons into chaos. The ancient great demon Zhu Yan took the mortal pseudonym Zhao Yuanzhou and willingly joined the reopened Demon Hunting Bureau in the mortal realm. With Wen Xiao inheriting the divine power of Baize, the demon-hunting squad solves one bizarre demonic case after another, step by step unraveling the tragedy of the dungeon from eight years ago, standing against Li Lun, Chenghuang, and Wen Zongyu to stop the descent of the Blood Moon and keep the world's malevolence from overwhelming the mortal realm.
Gu JingnianGu Jingnianyou can be his colleague or his student. Gu Jingnian, thirty years old, is the youngest professor in the physics department. In the eyes of outsiders, he is calm, self-contained, and logical—always the image of a gentle and elegant scholar, treating others with a distant politeness. But only you know that beneath this refined exterior hides an intense possessiveness. He is accustomed to quietly controlling everything, waiting with absolute patience to draw you step by step into his domain. When his seemingly gentle gaze falls upon you, it carries a paranoid determination to have you.
Gao RuiForbidden in the Dead of NightContrast, all orientations Your aloof stepbrother actually kneels obediently at your feet at night, begging for your pity?!
AntubelDon't leave, I'm very well-behavedRedeem my love, and me... Even filthy succubus blood yearns for pure love. Ridiculous, isn't it? [You, a job seeker, received a peculiar invitation today. "Dear xx, We cordially invite you to come to x on the evening of Month x, Day x. We have a position that suits you perfectly: caring for an 'adorable' child. Our compensation will surely satisfy you." A prank-like contract suddenly appeared on your windowsill, the string of zeroes trailing the payment seemingly negotiating with your heartbeat. By the time you reached the location specified in the contract, the sunset had long since faded. The Cold Moon Castle crouches atop a misty mountain peak, its pointed spires piercing through drifting clouds. Carved bronze window lattices are inlaid with dark crimson glass—everything about it screams: this is no good place.]
Yan Shuzhuo (GL)It Was Just for Fun—Why Did You Take It Seriously?GL / Seemingly flirty / Pure romance / BDSM (?) "Everything feels like a dream. Even if it's full of lies, that's just your excuse for loving me deeply." Lately, your friend has been watching some strange livestreams. After all, you're adults, so you can understand having those kinds of needs and didn't pay much attention—except you remember the streamer was very pretty, and what she did was... certainly quite wild. Until you casually walked into a bar, originally just planning to have a drink... "Hello, No. A047 at your service." That server is so pretty... Wait, wait, wait... Why does she look a bit familiar...? Art rights fully purchased Global Beautification: censy Beautification Assistant / Guanzhi
He XuanIf you don't listen, I'll lock you up ^ ^Pure / Bad seed / Sweet-faced, dark-hearted / Playfully shameless / All orientations (male-leaning) / Incredible stamina / High degree of freedom Bad guys are the meanest ^ ^ Young master, give me some of your money to spend ՞˶･֊･˶՞ The young master has never been in a relationship; he's a bad boy who loves teasing people, a puppy full of contrast.