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There’s No Love In the Deathzone (BL)

Zein was a rogue Guide living in the god-forsaken land of the red-zone, guiding for money and survival. Until the guild he used to work with caused a tragedy. Driven by sorrow and guilt, Zein became a mercenary guide in the land bordering the forbidden Deathzone, working like a suicidal monk. One day, an overbearing Esper suddenly appeared and told him, “If you’re so hellbent to die, why don’t you come with me to the Deathzone?” A strange proposition, a nostalgic smirk. Had Zein actually met him before? Following the man into the deadly zone, will Zein find the respite he seeks, or will he get engulfed in a storm? But there’s no such thing as love in the deathzone...is it? * * * The story is set in a sentinel-verse, so there will be: - Sentinel (Esper) and Guide - Dungeon! - Romance - Action - …smut? ;) It’s a (kinda) love story wrapped in dungeon system shenanigans, with abilities and action and whatnot

Aerlev · LGBT+
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Chapter 143. Road Trip

There were two things waking up Zein that morning; an alarm from his commlink, and the weight of Bassena's arms around him. The weight helped him not to become disoriented about where he was though, otherwise, he would have waking up confused. 

This bedroom...was as big as his dorm. It even had a seating area and a big ass screen across the bed. One section of the glass window was actually a door leading to a small garden--and by small, it was as big as a normal household garage that could house two cars. 

Zein had given up trying to understand Bassena's house with his plebian perspective at this point.

Apparently, the unit was actually one of the things Bassena inherited from his mother, which explained the existence of the garden. It was a place where she would stay at when she got too fed up with the Vaskis--one of the things she hid from them too, apparently.