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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

Velvet like the night

Davi's jaw went taut with tension. Ivo could guess at who the 'guy' was. Finally an explanation as to why Davi was adamant he came with him.

"Is Vice here?" Davi asked, his eyes drifting through the other booths in the gallery.

Vital looked down into the crowd again. "He's down there somewhere, you know how he likes having fun."

Davi hummed. "Only too well."

Ivo scanned the crowd too. Vice should be easy to find, with his close-cropped blond hair and those starry-sky eyes, but the strobe lights made everyone look multicoloured, melted their shapes together like a surrealist painting.

Vital patted Davi on the shoulder. "You should go and talk to him. He knows about the gig, he'll find a way to get you in there."

Davi shot Vital one last annoyed look and made his way to the spiral stairs down into the dancefloor. Ivo followed closely after him, pretending not to see the wink Vital threw his way.