Aerlev

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?


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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

There’s No Love In the Deathzone (BL)

There were so many nights when Bassena imagined intimate moments with Zein. A lot of time spent picturing the moments when he would, finally, had the permission to embrace the guide in the best and truest sense.

None of them involved the use of alcohol and palpable depression.

So, even when the love of his life was all over him, gripping his hair and grabbing his lapel for another kiss while their bodies were sticking to each other, he took a deep breath and pulled away.

"What are you doing, Zein?" he grabbed the guide's shoulder and pushed the man back as gently as he could.

"What's wrong?" Zein tilted his head, face slightly flushed but otherwise looked like he was sober, which made it harder for Bassena to stave the temptation away. Especially when Zein leaned his face closer, lips hovering above the esper's ears, and whispered in a sultry voice. "Isn't this what you always want?"

Chapter 181. The Edge of a Cliff