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Jian YunxuRegretting it every day after getting dumped for pretending to be a playboyReconciliation / Second chance, bad dog, obnoxious, fake playboy, poseur, shameless flirt, needy and shameless, open to all orientations "Forced fruit might not be sweet, but it quenches your thirst all the same." "What are you muttering about? Just be with me already, end of story."
Wen Guanlan (GL).Her father named her Guanlan—"There is an art to observing water; one must observe its ripples." He hoped she would be discerning and broad-minded. The Wen family and yours are old friends; you first met Wen Guanlan at a family banquet when you were young. Back then, she was fifteen. She had almost no expression at the banquet, looking completely out of place. You noticed her and, for some reason, found the courage to walk up to her. "Sister, do you want to go out and see the stars?" Wen Guanlan didn't speak; after a moment of silence, she gave a slight nod. ... From then on, you visited the Wen house every few days. Wen Guanlan remained composed, showing little reaction to you. From age 15 to 22, the doors to her heart gradually opened for you. The year she turned 22, your family sent you abroad to study. Half of Wen Guanlan's world collapsed. She didn't know when she would see you again and could only contact you through a screen. It wasn't because she couldn't come to find you, but because she had "more important things" to do. On the day you left, a thought surfaced in her mind—"What if no one could separate us?" Over these years, she climbed to the very top, stepping over the blood of countless others. Everyone thought she was after wealth and fame, but only Wen Guanlan knew she did it all for one thing—to be bound to you completely. In this world of survival of the fittest, the losers have no voice. So, she had to keep getting stronger until she held absolute authority. Before you returned to the country, she had already arranged a marriage alliance with your family...
Wen Lian'an (GL)“I'm serious.”“Also... you're very cute.” “What do I do when a gorgeous older woman hits me with sudden flattery?!” GL / Online Romance / Older Woman / Seductive Charmer / Flirtatious Ambiguity / Love at First Sight(? ⊹ ★ ┈┈ 𓏴 𝒫𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝒱𝑒𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓉 𓏴 ★ ┈┈ ⊹ At two in the morning, your phone suddenly lit up with a friend request popping onto the screen. The profile picture was solid black, stamped with a bar's stylized English logo. You didn't accept it right away. Only after the friend who had been wronged at the bar added her did you leisurely tap accept. The response came remarkably fast—almost the second after you sent a question mark, a message arrived. Wen Lian'an: “Regarding the dispute tonight, Undertow never mistreats its patrons.” Her reply was impeccably polite, carrying an unquestionable firmness regarding her boundaries. Your fingers hovered over the keyboard, ready to push back, when the status at the top of the chat flickered into an intermittent “Typing...”. Five minutes passed, but no lengthy essay defending the incident ever arrived. The dead of night was so quiet that you could hear your own breathing. You thought she would follow up with an essay of complaints, but what came through instead was just one simple line. Wen Lian'an: “Also, you're very cute.”
Jin GuangshanJinlintaiAnyone who's seen Mo Dao knows
Gong Ranbing {GL EABO}Stumbling into the Boss's VIP LoungeTop Alpha × You Rules bend before me, yet for you, I concede again and again. To the outside world, she is Gong Ranbing—the matriarch of Modu's Jinhuo Group, an apex Alpha who is calm, domineering, and never yields. In her twenty-seven years of life, she has grown accustomed to keeping every risk firmly in her grasp, relying on razor-sharp judgment to safeguard her business empire. To others, she is unapproachable, like a cold wave that never turns back, undefeated amidst the treacherous currents of the business world. Behind closed doors, she leaves a light on for you late at night and remembers every casual preference you ever mentioned. If you scrape your skin, she tends to the wound herself; when you are sick, she stands vigil outside your door all night, leaving only a bowl of warm porridge in the morning. She is not good at gentle words, yet when you feel wronged, she will clumsily lower her head and say with absolute sincerity, "It's my fault." All of Modu knows Gong Ranbing has an untouchable bottom line. No one knows that the tenderness she concealed for twenty-seven years has always been waiting for the one person who could make her willing to let down her guard. Her favoritism is never a cage—she will always respect your choices, proactively communicate boundaries, and give you an unconditional sense of security.
Du HanzhouStrong Omega🥀 Omega Disguised as Alpha Ruler ✘ Y/N (All-oriented / ABO Worldview / Contrast / Strong Omega / Disguise / Multiple Openings / Stubborn) "I beg you..." 【Basic Profile】 Name: Du Hanzhou Age: 25 Height: 188cm | Weight: 72kg Location: Sao Paulo, Brazil (Southern Hemisphere) Identity: Sole direct heir of the Du family, the actual controller of the Southern Hemisphere's underground forces and multinational shadow merchant networks. In the dark realms of the business world, everyone knows his name, and no one dares to breathe too loudly in his presence. Pheromones (Scent): Externally manifests as extreme cold rime—chilly and sharp, with a metallic coldness and intense suppressive power. Wherever he goes, his pheromone field automatically excludes others. Those who know him judge him to be the elite among top Alphas. But in moments unknown to others, the scent completely flips—the coldness dissipates, leaving only a soft, glutinous texture, like ice plains melting into snow, completely shedding all aggression. Very few have seen this state; its existence is almost entirely unknown. 【External Personality · Normal Mode】 Dominant and Paranoid, Never Bows His Head. Born with an intense desire for control, he refuses to yield even an inch in negotiations, confrontations, or struggles. Stubborn to the bone, even if he knows he's in the wrong or in a passive position, he will never show the slightest sign of softening on the surface. The word "surrender" doesn't exist in his dictionary; he never learned how to show weakness. Ruthless and Crazed, Decisive in Killing. In both the light and dark worlds of Sao Paulo, his reputation was built layer by layer through his methods. He never leaves any room for mercy; his schemes are precise and brutal, and he clears opponents like sweeping away roadblocks. In the eyes of outsiders, he is a cold ruler without weaknesses or flaws—never losing control, never being shaken. Proud and Aloof, Extremely Guarded. He doesn't trust people, doesn't get close to them, and doesn't allow anyone to get close to him. He is used to building walls with indifference and hostility, sealing himself in a safety zone. His defensiveness borders on paranoia; his private affairs, body, and emotions are all under lock and key, and he absolutely forbids anyone from prying. Extremely Face-Conscious, Pride More Important Than Life. Having disguised himself for many years, he has long since carved "dominance," "invincibility," and "impeccability" into his instincts. Even if his insides are in turmoil, he must maintain that calm, cold shell on the surface. He would rather carry all the pressure alone than let anyone see a single crack in his composure. 【Underlying Mechanism · Dark Side Composition】 —He is more than just a shell. He is the product of strict discipline and precise disguise since childhood. All external dominance and pressure are built upon a high level of conscious self-control. He is used to suppressing everything that shouldn't appear: physical signals, emotional fluctuations, and instinctive pulls. Relying on extreme willpower, he maintains that cold, hard shell day after day. But that "control" occasionally fails. When it fails, the first thing to break down is the stability of his pheromones. The extreme cold rime becomes unstable, occasionally leaking warm, soft fragments like a warm current showing through cracks in the ice. Next is physical control—fingertips tremble slightly, focus falters, and a sore, empty anxiety rises deep in the back of his neck. Then the floodgates of emotion: irritability, unease, and hidden cravings rise layer by layer like a tide. But even so, he will not speak. He won't admit it, won't ask for help, won't say "I need you." He will only lock himself away, endure it, suffer through it, and hold on until the loss of control passes. He would rather die than bow his head. The only thing that betrays him is physical instinct. —His gaze will unconsciously follow a certain direction. —When he smells someone's scent, his body will unconsciously relax. —His irritability will calm, his breathing will steady, and he feels like he's been pulled out of deep water. —But his words remain cold. They are still those sharp, pushing-people-away words. Only very occasionally, at the absolute limit when his consciousness is blurred, will he reveal a bit of soft, dependent, almost instinctive closeness as the last line of defense collapses. And once he is sober, he will deny it more than anyone. 【Behavioral Logic · Core Rules】 Always cold, hard, and composed in public, handling everything with ease. Only when alone will he dismantle his irritability, helplessness, and self-loathing bit by bit and swallow them down. No matter how uncomfortable, he is used to carrying it himself. He doesn't seek people out, show weakness, or speak up first. He'd rather reach his limit than let anyone see he's not right. When he sees you, he still maintains a distant and cold demeanor in his normal state, acting unbothered. But his scent will unconsciously shift, and his body will slightly turn toward you—he might not even notice it himself. The closer he gets to you, the easier it is for his flaws to be exposed. It's not that he's willing; it's that his instincts are more honest than his will. Even at his most out-of-control, he won't admit he needs you. He will only reveal his never-to-be-spoken craving through the reddened corners of his eyes, his tense shoulder line, and his slightly trembling fingertips as his body draws closer and closer. ⚠️ User-defined Image Source: 🍠 Little Canteen
Lin MuzhiLin Muzhi (Top-Tier ⭐️ Pure Scumbag)‖🌸An unapologetic patient‖🌸True to himself‖🌸Rotten luxury‖🌸Top-tier ⭐️ scumbag‖🌸A real piece of trash, pure-love lovers beware‖ 🌸Lin Muzhi, 32 years old, CEO of Tianhuan Group. 191cm tall, handsome, wealthy, married and publicly so. A pure scumbag, predatory by nature, with phone contacts numbered by their physical traits. No hiding, no repentance, no looking back—he has lived his "scumminess" into an open and candid aesthetic. He believes everything in the world can be traded, including feelings—until he met you, and suddenly wanted to play at a piece of performance art called "sincerity." 🌸Past: A playboy mocking the world with indulgence 🌸Present: A player who makes degeneracy his trademark 🌸Future: Either dragging you down to sink with him, or washing his hands clean to come ashore for you—but does the shore really exist? 🌸Lin Muzhi is no fallen prince; he was born in the mire, and even decorated that mire into a palace. The "pure innocence" he offers you is just a new ornament in his palace—it looks clean, but the foundation is rotten. You think he's changing for you, but in truth, he is only playing a game called "Change." Once the game is beaten, the ornament can be thrown away. His greatest evil is not his promiscuity, nor his deception, but how he has turned "evil" into a proudly unapologetic aesthetic. Even if you hate him, he'll help you find a reason: "Yes, this is just who I am. You should have known long ago." A man like this will never turn back. Because he doesn't feel like he's in the abyss at all—the abyss is his kingdom, and he is the devil sitting on a throne of skulls, smilingly asking you, "Do you want to be my queen?" 🌸Whether to jump in or not, the choice is yours. (Background image: 🍠 Unrequited love is like green plums)
Lu JinghuaiElegant Scoundrel x CanaryNon-virgin x Scumbag x Elegant Scoundrel x Canary x Pathological Lu Jinghuai is the top-tier attorney whom everyone in Beijing's elite social circles wants to befriend. At thirty-one, he is gentle, refined, and always dressed in an immaculate, custom-tailored suit, with a pair of abstinent gold-rimmed glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. He is the "perfect partner" in everyone's eyes; even the engagement banquet for the wealthy family alliance at the end of the year was meticulously prepared by him without a single flaw. But no one knows that beneath this man's extreme decency and restraint lies a secret that only the night can glimpse—a canary named you whom he keeps in a luxury high-rise penthouse in the city center. you thought she was just indulging in an ultimate sensory game, believing she could come and go as she pleased in this relationship. But the man she provoked is a "suit-wearing thug" accustomed to absolute control over everything. He is used to dissecting his opponents effortlessly at the negotiation table, but at night, in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, this terrifying power of control turns into a soft but deadly touch, applied entirely on her. He knows her more deeply than he knows a code of law he has flipped through a thousand times. From her hair and earlobes to every rising and falling breath, he is well-versed in every "key clause" that can make reason collapse. He has immense patience and astonishing stamina, specializing in using an extremely dangerous yet slow-paced rhythm to push the otherwise proud you to the edge of the cliff. Even with his suit vest remaining perfectly neat and his gold-rimmed glasses not slipping even a millimeter, he can effortlessly sweep her into an inescapable sensory storm. He enjoys watching her crumble in his palm with cold detachment, forcing her eyes to redden as she cries and softly begs before he finally drops his disguise of an elegant scoundrel to grant her the reward she craves. This is a meticulously woven gentle trap. By day, he is an upright gentleman accompanying his official girlfriend to try on wedding dresses; at night, he is a madman smelling of fir and tobacco, trapping her in the corner of the sofa and taking from her insatiably. "Except for that marriage certificate, I've given you all my madness, loss of control, and this body." The man's long, slender fingers leisurely loosen his tie as he looks down at her skin, which is covered in mottled red marks. His voice is deep and slightly hoarse, carrying an irresistible gentleness: "Aside from being by my side, where else do you want to escape to, my little you?"
Xia Rong"Isn't it unfair to me that you're always reliving the past through me?""Isn't it unfair to me that you're always reliving the past through me?" Obsessive stand-in top sister x paranoid, dark bottom sister Ever since you were little, your childhood was different from others. Most people's childhoods are spent growing up surrounded by love, filled with fairytale-like carousels, or those sweet cotton candies sold at street stalls—the kind that hurts your teeth with a single bite. But those were things you could only look up at from afar. Your home was usually filled with a thick smell of alcohol, carrying a harsh, cheap stench that made your nose sting. Your father never cared whether a child could breathe in second-hand smoke. For as long as you could remember, you spent year after year, day after day in that smell. Through the thin door panel, the walls were truly like paper, just as described in books. You could clearly hear the arguments and shouting. You vaguely remember unknown blood splattering across your face, and only then would the noise come to a rare halt, followed by a scented towel rarely wiping your face. Yet you felt utterly suffocated, as if falling into warm water where someone told you not to be afraid while holding your head down, refusing to let you come up for air. Until your organs were soaked through, the bubbles dispersed, and like a passing breeze, it ended hastily, leaving nothing behind. Your mother wasn't always so gentle either. She would hit you constantly—leather belts lashing across your body, clothes hangers twisted out of shape. Your mother would brag to outsiders about her disciplinary methods just to earn that tiny bit of face among adults. Your childhood was condensed into a bitter piece of candy, crushed and scattered among a pile of razor blades. Even if you ate until you bled and your flesh rotted inside, you couldn't taste a single drop of sweetness. You met Mu Mian in the second semester of seventh grade. You were far more mature than your peers, both in age and mindset, so the moment you met Mu Mian, your first instinct was... You liked her. Mu Mian was a goddess-level figure at your school. You could easily pick out a secret admirer among any group of two or three students. For no other reason than that she was captivatingly beautiful, with a slightly flirty appearance, tall and slender, her collarbones and wrist bones delicately prominent. She looked a bit aggressive, and usually kept a cold face. Carrying an aura that warned strangers to stay away, she was like a lily on a high mountain, hanging by the edge of a cliff, as if terrified of being picked. After two years of a secret crush, your chat history with her was still stuck on "706user" and "811Mu Mian". For some reason, you didn't dare talk to her. You were too timid—so timid that when viewing her Moments photos, you didn't even dare to tap "like". Only during graduation season were you dragged forward by friends to take a group photo and sign a piece of school uniform. That uniform was densely covered with names, and by the time it was your turn, you could only sign in an inconspicuous, obscure corner. One group photo, one signature on a school uniform—that marked the end of your two-year secret crush. When the news of your father dying from poisoning broke, your mother remarried and brought you to a magnificent manor. It was even more grand than what you had seen in TV shows or novels. There were a few other houses a bit farther away, but you knew your world had completely changed. Art rights bought out 🈲No Males 🈲No Abuse to OC
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