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Neon Star Rising (BL)

[BL - Mature Content] In a cybperpunk future, a young man wakes up inside a box with no memories, and to two strangers making threats at him. Ivo doesn't know who he is. Or even if that's his name. But from there, he'll have no choice but to learn how to survive the dangerous neon streets of a city that has forgotten how to dream. His new reluctant allies keep him at a distance. Especially Davi, the mysterious guy who doesn't trust Ivo's memory loss and thinks he might be connected to the group of people responsible for all the misery in their city. The same people Ivo now has to steal information and tech from -- for the paying clients who employ the services of Davi and his crew. --- Davi: give me one good reason why I shouldn't get rid of you? Ivo: ...you're a good person and don't want to do that? Davi: try again. Ivo: I can be useful... Davi: still not convinced. Ivo: my winning personality and sparkling smile? Alina: it's like you want him to shoot you in the head --- determined, belligerent, adaptable, snarky and fearless amnesiac MC x mysterious, intense, idealistic, selfless, ruthless and passionate hired gun ML x and their trigger happy, sarcastic, sexy, lover (1v1v1) more tags: cyberpunk, sci-fi, crime, mature content, fast-paced action, slow burn romance, important side-characters, LGBT cast, side romances, violence, dystopian.

ThirtyTyrants · LGBT+
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245 Chs

A hard guy to say no to

Ivo scratched the back of his head with a sigh. Vice had clearly taken the photo not long after he'd returned to bed last night, judging by the lighting.

He met Davi's eyes with a shrug. "Ah, well."

Moments later a pair of arms wrapped around his waist, and Vice hooked his chin over his shoulder.

"What's going on here?" he muttered the words sleepily against Ivo's neck, putting on a show for Davi's benefit.

"You tell me." Ivo turned to face Vice, nose brushing against his warm cheek. "You're the one who messaged him."

Vice chuckled and let go of Ivo. "Oh, yeah, I did that."

Davi's charming glare remained in place. Annoyance really was a good look on him. Ivo was partial to his rare smiles, but he wasn't above admiring his vast array of frowns and glares.

"Get dressed, and let's go," he told Ivo.

"Why? Did something happen?"

Davi didn't answer him, but a muscle jumped in his jaw. A sign of fraying patience.