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)

The suit was probably expensive--no, it was definitely expensive, but Zein could care less as he tore it off the esper's body.

Sucking on the bronze neck, Zein pushed Bassena over toward the bed by the sturdy chest, sending them both toppling to the mattress. "Take it off," he hissed as he pulled back, getting rid of his own clothes.

Just a few months ago, he thought it was ridiculous having sex with no clothes--stupid high zones and their low awareness of safety. But now...now he appreciated the delight of looking at Bassena's sculpted body; all delicious toned muscle and glowing dark skin.

Zein had only chucked his suit jacket and vest to the floor before he got too impatient and leaned down to kiss the esper's hard and used his hands to roam around the firm pecs and tensed abdominal muscles.

Chapter 226. Night of Delightful Unfamiliarity (M)