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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

Live performance

A van with Carambola's logo on the side was taking them to Kuroda's penthouse, which handled the issue of transportation nicely. Ivo understood why Davi and Alina usually went undercover as maintenance staff or service staff for most gigs. It was practical, even beyond the anonymity.

They were both sitting on the bench across from him, expressions unreadable. Thiago of course couldn't come, his chrome arm was too eye-catching, brought up too many questions. It was hard to pass it off as anything but black-market. So he was running point for this gig, monitoring from some place nearby.

The penthouse was the topmost floor of a shard of a building in the centre of Lapa. An area where the facades of original single-family houses had been preserved, and entire skyscrapers built on top of them. The result was jarring. The neighbourhood looked cramped to Ivo.