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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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Being chased by some wild animal

When Ivo left the shower Alina was all dressed up having a fight with Thiago at the door.

"I just don't think this is a great idea," Thiago said, "I mean. You're upset with everything that happened I get that...We can get shitfaced, I probably would really enjoy that."

Alina was wearing the most makeup Ivo had ever seen her with, a flared skirt, a bra with many complicated straps, and a cutoff denin jacket. She looked ready for a night out, but there was something manic about her eyes.

"You weren't there, Thiago, you didn't have to watch." She bent down to put on her usual pair of platform boots, lacing them up with quick, practiced tugs. "Worse, you didn't have to pretend to be okay with it."

"We can talk about it-"