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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

Impossible standards

Vice didn't think he would ever see the inside of Davi's bedroom again. It looked just like he remembered. But then again, Davi wouldn't have gotten any extra furniture or decor. He was above all of that.

Not above it, maybe. Just unconcerned with that kind of thing. Davi had a kind of razor sharp focus on his goals. Everything else was just a distraction. He didn't buy anything if he could steal it, and he didn't steal anything he didn't need. Even that bike of his had been something he took from a gig. Some pimp he killed, if Vice was remembering right. 

Vice ran his fingers over the nightstand while looking out the window. They were higher up than his own apartment, and the view was dizzying. For all his flights of fancy, Vice was someone with his feet firmly in the ground.