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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
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245 Chs

Old Lady

Davi didn't know what to make of Melissa Yoric. She looked younger than her years, but paradoxically much more worn down than a woman twice her age. Maybe it was something about her eyes. 

She looked like someone who had lived enough.

Maybe she would have liked to commit suicide, but either her husband didn't allow her to, or she was holding on through pure spite.

"Is Madam excited about Christmas?" Vice asked, in that grating polite tone that made Davi cringe.

"Please call me Melissa," she said, rubbing her temple as if she could feel a headache coming in. "Don't try to be deferential. I'm sure in time we'll all end up hating each other."

Vice shared an amused look with Davi over Melissa's head. Davi just shrugged. He could call her whatever she wanted. It was all the same to him. 

"Well, Melissa, we were told we should give you your meds and that you're late for lunch."