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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.

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245 Chs

So rich as to be almost decadent

There was a governess working for the D'Amico's, she flitted in and out of the kitchen, and sometimes talked with some unseen maid to clean up here or there. It was her who served their meal, on a shaded dining table outside in the kitchen's balcony with yet more sky as background and the city teeming below.

Guilherme, Letícia and Sara all sat with their backs to the glass windows, facing the view of the cloudy sky. Ivo and Davi sat together in front of them. The Governess, Dona Ana, served the family first, starting with Guilherme, Letícia and then Sara, before moving on to them. 

The meal was to be a "light one", of only "four courses". Ivo tried not to stare as Dona Ana arranged a fine confection of olives, lightly toasted bread, and sun dried tomatoes on his plate, which she then drizzled generously with olive oil.