Xie Qianlin is a textbook antisocial homebody. One day, he transmigrates to a world of ghosts and monsters, yet leisurely sips his milk tea. No big deal.
If he can lie down, he won't sit. If he can stay home, he won't go out. The outside world can be turned upside down for all he cares. What does that have to do with a lazy fish like him?
His only problem is that he needs a "secret identity" to deal with all the trouble that insists on coming to his door.
That powerful, terrifying being, Li Yan!
He's a notorious big shot in the inner world, and also the secret identity with eight-pack abs that keeps Xie Qianlin safe beneath his wing and clears every obstacle in his path.
So outsiders only see a big shot keeping a delicate beauty locked away in a gilded cage. The beauty's clear eyes are always misty, as if he couldn't survive without someone by his side. How pitiful.
They can't help but pity him. How desperate must it be to be desired by such a gloomy, possessive big shot, bound by invisible chains in a cage and forced to depend on him?
But they have no idea:
Xie Qianlin lounges on the sofa of a luxury apartment, swinging his feet. "I want cake from that shop in the east of the city."
The next second, a demonic shrine in the east of the city is drenched in blood.
Li Yan teleports home, a limited-edition cake in hand. His tone is helpless but indulgent. "...I bought it."
What forced possession? It's just the lazy fish himself bossing around his all-purpose secret identity, and feeling perfectly entitled to do it!
So, when the Special Phenomena Bureau gathers its top ability users to help the "poor little thing" escape the clutches of the terrifying big shot--
Xie Qianlin feels like the sky is falling, hugs the sofa, and wails: No, I'm not leaving!!!
Gloomy, possessive big shot with a secret identity, top x Delicate beauty, lazy fish in his real form, bottom
I might make some small changes before starting the story.
Theme: I imprison myself atop a tower, and my relationship with myself is the ultimate romance!
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