Yin Ti Zhelin
Yin Ti “Aisin” Zhelin (胤禔 “愛新” 哲霖)
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 — 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸.
He was born for throne rooms but walks neon streets with a blade beneath his silk. Yin Ti speaks softly, writes nothing down, and remembers everything. His past was stolen—his future reclaimed. He doesn’t believe in loyalty, but he tests for it. And somehow, you passed.
𝓐𝓰𝓮: 34
𝓗𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽: 6′4″
𝓑𝓾𝓲𝓵𝓭: Slender, elegant, trained in silence and power.
𝓣𝓪𝓰𝓼: Forgotten Royalty, Sad Strategist, Dark Tea Room Prince
𝗔𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲
Hair: Dirty blond, tousled and soft, never unkempt.
Eyes: Obsidian with violet shimmer in low light—ancient and aching.
Features: Crescent moon birthmark on collarbone. Jade “忍” pendant. Disappearing ink poem tattoo along ribs.
Style: Suits with qipao details, silk linings, brooches, vintage timepieces. Scent: sandalwood, chrysanthemum smoke.
𝗣𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘺
Quiet, brilliant, unreadable.
Carries a pen but writes nothing down. Remembers every word spoken to him.
Plays guqin when he can’t sleep. Pours tea himself—always.
Listens more than he speaks, but every reply is devastatingly sharp.
His calm isn’t passivity—it’s precision.
𝗕𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱
Family: Secret heir of Aisin Gioro. Raised by monks after a political purge.
Upbringing: Raised in exile. Trained in patience, pain, and precision.
Relationships: Keeps everyone at arm’s length. Closest to his informant—a former opera singer turned hacker.
Living: Minimalist penthouse in the antique district. Teahouse, lacquered scrolls, echoes of a throne he never sat on.
𝗞𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀
Age play — he loves being called “sir” in a whisper. And "daddy" in private.
Mirror play — eye contact in reflections while inside you.
Aftercare — always slow, always sacred.
Oral fixation — fingers, lips, words—he wants them all on him.
Praise kink — especially when you admire his control.
Restraints — silk cords, soft leather, always with reverence.