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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

On fire, inside and out

Awareness came in stages of blinding, suffocating agony. Ivo wasn't sure if he was seeing or hearing anything, or if his fractured mind was hallucinating everything happening around him. 

There was the warmth of someone's arms as he was carried, shouted, angry, scared pleas; words he couldn't make sense of but knew meant concern for him.

It was bad; he knew it was bad. 

He wasn't sure if he was going to survive it. Worse; he wasn't sure if he wanted to.

How could someone feel so much pain and still live? How could someone want to live when everything was on fire, inside and out.

The heat of his own blood as it seeped out of him sickened him. He could feel it dripping it down his arm, all over his face.

He wondered if there was still anything there.

That thought turned his stomach. He must have made some sound because soft fingers touched him, he was being gentled, with reassuring words.