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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

Last day alive

Ivo's mind whirled, it took him a moment to make sense of what had just happened. His lungs were burning inside his chest, and he was becoming aware of small aches and pains over his body. Guilherme was a bigger man than him, if it wasn't for the sheer desperation fuelling him, Ivo didn't know if he'd have the strength to overpower him.

He lay crumpled on the floor now, bleeding from the corner of his mouth. 

Ivo could only guess at how much damage he had done. 

His blood still sizzled with adrenaline. Despite the shock he was glad he had knocked out Guilherme. His neck still smarted where his hands had touched him. Everything about him reminded him of Kuroda; the smugness, the firm belief that people where his to do what he wanted with as long he was paying them.

He would never forget how powerless he'd felt while watching Kuroda whip Davi. That corrosive despair would stay with him forever.