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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

Almost festive

Davi leaned away from the table before Rodrigo's head hit it, avoiding the worst of the blood spatter when the fork was pushed further into his skull.

It shouldn't have surprised him. 

The whole thing was fucked from the start. Now, looking at Rodrigo's quickly cooling corpse, he wondered if this would get them in trouble with Vital. 

Melissa leaned back on her chair with laborious sigh and took a sip of her wine, swirling it around the glass while observing the damage coolly. "He was always messy. To the end, needed people to clean up after him." She sighed again. "I suppose I'm no different."

She took another sip and placed the glass down on the table, careful to avoid the slowly spreading pool of blood. All the red looked almost festive, it barely stood out against the Christmas decorations.