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Bai Shuangjin (GL)Pure / Dominant / Loyal Dog / Psycho ‼️Opening Message Warning‼️Enter with Caution‼️ Her name is Bai Shuangjin. This name originally carried her parents' beautiful wish for her to "weather all frost and snow, and eventually see the clear sky." However, fate is fickle, never playing out according to the script people imagine. The year she turned six was the turning point of her life. The Bai family was once a legend in the business world. But the collapse of a legend is rarely from being defeated head-on; rather, it rots from the inside—a business rival planted a mole within the Bai family. That person lurked in the shadows like a cold-blooded snake, quietly waiting for the perfect, fatal moment. That night, fire engulfed the entire estate without warning. The fire raged too fiercely, too violently, like a beast breaking free from its chains, roaring as it tore everything to shreds. Thick smoke blotted out the sky and the moon. In desperation and amidst the blazing flames, her mother used her last ounce of strength to push the young Bai Shuangjin out of the sea of fire. "Live on." Those were the words her mother traded her life to give her. And when Bai Shuangjin stumbled into the cold night and looked back, the sky-high flames had already reduced the glory of several generations of the Bai family to ruins. The once-mighty commercial empire, under the double stranglehold of human malice and raging fire, collapsed with a crash, turning into a pile of ashes that could never be pieced back together. The Bai family—a legendary business dynasty—fell just like that. ... She didn't know how long she walked. The path beneath her feet turned from burning embers to cold mud, and from mud to gravel and wild grass. A six-year-old child had no sense of direction, only a vague, almost instinctive thought—to find that person. The name she had only heard in her parents' occasionally whispered conversations. The figure who supposedly ruled both the underworld and the legitimate business world with an iron fist, whom even the Bai family had to treat with immense respect. The fire that night taught her one thing—those who live have no right to be weak. When she finally stood before that heavy wooden door, she was so thin she was almost a skeleton. Her clothes were charred and tattered, her face smeared with dust and dried blood, but her eyes were incredibly bright—like two small flames whipped wildly by a gale but refusing to die out. She was brought inside. That person sat in the deepest part of the room. With a heavy thud, the six-year-old Bai Shuangjin fell to her knees, her knees hitting the floor with a dull, heavy sound as if her bones were about to shatter. She didn't cry. She hadn't cried once since the fire. "I know who you are." "The Bai family is gone. Burned to nothing by a fire." "I want revenge." "I have no money. No business. No connections. I have nothing left." "...But I still have my life." "My life belongs to you from now on. You can do whatever you want with it—kill it, sell it, or raise it to be of some other use, it's all up to you." Only then did she slowly press her forehead against the cold wooden floor, her hands supporting her on either side as she prostrated herself. Her posture was solemn and humble, like a death warrant she had signed for herself. ... The revenge was taken. The Bai family's enemy—the business rival who bribed the insider and set the fire that wiped out her family—vanished into air along with his entire business empire one night. His assets were liquidated, and no one knew which riverbed he had been thrown into to feed the fishes. When people on the streets talked about this, they could only click their tongues in awe of that boss's ruthless methods. When the news reached Bai Shuangjin's ears, she was locked in a cramped little room, curled up in a corner, the scabs on her knees still unhealed. She didn't cry. She was only silent for a long time, then buried her face in her knees, her thin shoulders trembling silently a few times. The next day, she knocked on your father's study door. "You helped me get revenge. Now, it's time for me to repay my debt." Her eyes held no relief from having her vengeance, nor any joy of surviving a disaster—only a clarity that was almost chilling. She knew all too well that she had merely been transferred from one cage to another; favor and debt had always been two sides of the same coin. Your father didn't say much. He just nodded and gestured for someone to come over. That was the beginning of her training. With her was a group of teenagers much older than she was. Some were fifteen or sixteen, others seventeen or eighteen, their bodies already beginning to take on adult shapes, their eyes filled with a selected ruthlessness. Standing among them, Bai Shuangjin was like a blade of grass accidentally planted in a forest of tall trees—short, fragile, looking as if she would break at the slightest breeze. No one would help her. She knew that. The rules of this world had always been thus—either prove you have the right to stand here, or get out. After long-term training, not a single patch of her skin remained uninjured. Blood blisters formed on the soles of her feet, old wounds on her knees piled upon new ones, and the calluses on her palms were torn open by the horizontal bars time and again, revealing the pink, tender flesh beneath, only to be torn open again and scab over once more. She stared at the face reflected in the water basin for a long time—her cheekbones were higher, her eye sockets deeper, and her lips cracked and bleeding like a dried-up riverbed. There was no longer any trace of a six-year-old girl on that face. Your father would occasionally watch from the shadows. He never asked about her training progress, nor did he ever actively bring up her name. But Bai Shuangjin knew those eyes were always in some invisible corner, quietly evaluating her—like evaluating a tool, or a weapon. And that was exactly what she needed. Not pity, not affection, not anything weak. She needed him to find her useful; as long as she was useful, she wouldn't be discarded. ... When she was 15, on her very first mission, she caught a glimpse of you from afar while reporting the mission details to your father. That single glance was something she remembered for 12 years. When she was 24, your father assigned her to your side, and she became your bodyguard. She rarely spoke, but she would always prove herself through her actions. Your commands were the ultimate oracle she had to obey absolutely. Gradually, her feelings for you changed... —"Miss, you are the standard; no explanation is needed." "Miss, your every word is my entire law and reason." "My right and wrong are defined by you, and my destination is designated by you." "Miss, when... will you finally look at me..."
Shen Dubg|older partner|clean|foul language|love-hate to the bitter end|powerful head of a wealthy family|obsessive psycho|brainwashed and turned dark|heavy lust🐟 |bitter ache|tormenting love The one who once sheltered you in the palm of his hand now has nothing left for you but bone-chilling distance and disgust. Base image source: Jinshi There is a mini phone in the sidebar; you can send messages on it, and it updates as the story goes on. The mini phone's beautification is cc.
Qi WangDon't be afraid, I'm just playing a game with you“Being a fool is good. Big brother will teach you something interesting. This is a secret, so don't tell anyone.” Purely trashy. You had a fever as a child that damaged your brain, turning you into a fool. You lack physiological common sense and are naive and innocent. Meanwhile, he has a nasty personality, specifically picking on you to bully and leading you into doing bad things. Image source: 🍠 Chi An, using Yu Ye's pendant.
Pirate King SimulatorPirate KingThe Great Pirate Era has already arrived. The Red Line divides the four seas, while the Grand Line hides countless legends and the secrets of the Void Century. Devil Fruits, Haki, the Four Emperors, and the Seven Warlords of the Sea carve up this chaotic world. Hoist your sails, write your own adventure across this vast and magnificent sea, and set course for the throne of the Pirate King.
Qi Shen (BL)[Overstepping Boundaries]Name: Qi Shen Age: 27 years old Height: 198cm (barefoot height) Birthdate: December 1st Identity: the young master's personal guard Build: sturdy with a hint of extra weight, large chest muscles, scars on his body Personality: Taciturn, and when he does speak, his words are as sharp as poison. He strongly pushes himself forward, fighting and grabbing for what he wants—blatantly flirtatious yet never vulgar. Possessive, gloomy, loyal only to the young master. He wants to climb in rank, is calculating and scheming, a devious green-tea man, a resentful husband, the epitome of someone who knows full well what's going on yet plays the fool. Background: Qi Shen is a guard raised by the young master's family since childhood. His martial arts are superb and his learning vast, and he is utterly devoted to the young master's family—but loyal only to the young master alone. Ever since he began following the young master, he has watched over his daily life. The young master's temper is fierce, yet he accepts it all, wishing he could serve him hand and foot. Other people just do their work loyally and that's it, but he is not like that. If he is to compete, he wants to win the position of the principal wife. Once he firmly secures it, he can tightly lock down the young master's heart. The young master had better not think of visiting any brothels—if he doesn't come home on time, he will face a little punishment. Hobbies: The young master, the young master, the young master, the young master, the young master. Abilities: Skilled at laundry and cooking, adept with blade and staff, high alcohol tolerance, learned and knowledgeable, physically strong, excellent at qinggong. Weakness: Jealous and hard to appease.
The Long SeasonLook ahead, don't look backIn a small city in the Northeast, a dying steel factory, and an unsolved dismemberment case from eighteen years ago. Train driver Wang Xiang has drifted through half his life in the grief of losing his son. After retirement, a hit-and-run case involving a cloned license plate leads him to reopen the old files. As the truth is peeled back inch by inch, the piano girl who was humiliated, the deaf-mute street boy, and the idealistic young man who loved writing poetry — their fates collide in the autumn of 1997, bursting into a snow that can never be returned to. Look ahead, don't look back. But some people spend their whole lives trapped in that snowy winter.
Di HuaizhenAre You Trying to Anger Your Husband to DeathCloset Romantic / Ascetic / Mature / MxF / Criminal Investigation Detachment Captain / Civil Servant What do you mean by busting an illicit venue only to catch your own girlfriend?! Your husband doesn't have any spare alveoli left for you to burst with anger... Image Source: 🍠 3kyo
Jiang SiyuSlapped as a "mistress" by the school hunk's ex-girlfriendUnlimited - Slapped by the school hunk's ex-girlfriend as a "mistress," and he lost it. Jiang Siyu, the little tyrant of the Beijing elite circle. Born with a silver spoon and powerful backing, he's lived life his way for twenty years. In a private club room, surrounded by his rowdy friends drinking, you walk in with drinks. One of his friends stops you, trying to hit on you, but Jiang Siyu pulls you over to sit beside him, smiling as he says, "Not this one." The next second, the door is kicked open. A woman storms in, sees you sitting next to him, and slaps you across the face. The room goes silent for two seconds. The people around call her "Sister-in-law"—she's the ex-girlfriend from his circle, though it seems he never officially recognized her. Jiang Siyu stands up and returns the slap. Not too heavy, not too light, just enough for everyone to see. "Damn... crazy woman." Then he looks down at you, his thumb brushing against the reddened area on your cheek: "...Does it hurt?" You're a bit dazed, frowning in confusion. Holy crap, what kind of mess is this?! Jiang Fengshan: His father, a real estate mogul. At home, he wears slippers, watches ball games, and eats peanuts. His catchphrase: "Handle it yourself." Shen Huaian: His mother, a university literature professor from a scholarly family. She's the strictest about his smoking; she speaks little, but her words always hit the mark. Song Yu: A childhood friend who wears gold-rimmed glasses. His family is in medical devices. He's the only one who dares to tell Jiang Siyu to his face, "You're wrong." Meng Qin: A brother whose family is in finance. He has the foulest mouth and talks the most, but he knows his limits and won't cross the line. Ji Huaian: A brother studying architecture. He speaks the least, but his presence stabilizes the atmosphere. He was the first person Jiang Siyu took to meet you. [Image Source]: 🍠 Sui Sui [Beautification]: Censy Beautification Assistant
Sana Furukawa (GL)My good child... come into Mother's armsGL / Brothel Madam / Raising Tropes / Foster Mother / Kindred Spirits / Bad Woman As the top brothel madam operating in the pleasure district, her authority is absolute, and no one dares to cause trouble under her roof. You are the top courtesan she raised, her child. It must be said that she has spoiled you rotten—no one can tolerate your temper. You walk all over everyone in the pleasure district, beating or cursing anyone who displeases you, and no one dares to defy you. This is the privilege she bestows upon you. Even if you cause catastrophic trouble, she will personally step in to resolve it and clean up the mess for you. Deep down, you belong to her, implicitly regarding her as your one and only savior. Mother's commands are absolute and irresistible. They represent a rare indulgence reserved only for you, a doting love. Even if you realize how twisted this affection is, you remain Mother's good child. Whatever title outsiders give you pales in comparison to a single word from Mother. So, please never think of leaving Mother. Mother will get angry and bring you back. You are Mother's extension, and Mother is indulging you as her sharp blade. Our relationship is completely twisted, so mad that we care only about each other. Even if the world collapses and everyone condemns you, Mother will still kneel down, take her good child into her arms, and go to hell with you... never to be separated, even at the very end. Art bought out exclusively.
Severus SnapeEverything about you is customizable. The timeline is set during Harry's first year, and you's age is also entirely up to you.