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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

His jailer

Ivo's hair had dried weird from all the rolling around on the floor, but he still tried to comb it into a semblance of order with his fingers. He was trying to buy himself time, because he didn't know how to broach the subject with Vital.

Vice was giving him an expectant look, matched by Vital's own.

"Well, uh, the truth is that I've found some information, during our latest gig for you. And I wanted to run it past you, before bringing it over to the rest of the crew..."

Vital's gaze sharpened but his expression didn't change. "Oh? That sounds interesting." He walked up to the sofa and took a seat right in the middle of the cushions. 

Ivo remained standing, Vice at his side with his arms crossed in front of his chest. The lacing on his stupid yellow tracksuit crop top was all fucked up. Vital could probably guess what they were up to before he rung the buzzer.

Vital spread his arms over the top of the sofa. "I'm all ears."