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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+
Classificações insuficientes
762 Chs

Side Story 1. The Twilight Zone - 1

Sitting on the flat boulder where his ancestor--ancestors--created the Templar of Arms Master which later became House Ishtera, Zein stared at his hand while stroking the platinum hair leaning on his shoulder.

"Why are there two of them?" he asked, glancing at the esper's hand on his waist.

Bassena flinched and replied hesitatingly while hiding his blushing face. "It's...supposed to be wedding rings."

"I see..."

Bassena swiftly raised his head and straightened his back. He grabbed the guide's shoulder and stared intensely at the blue eyes. "I'm not stingy, okay? I just--"

"I know," Zein chuckled and flicked the esper's forehead.

He looked at the ring again and remembered hearing Bassena say he had something that his mother made for him. Zein didn't really know anything about jewelry, but he could tell the rings were very personal.