A Plot Where...

Brooke placed her book down as she heard the knock on the door. It was late, even for her. Working as an escort meant she had many callers at all kinds of ungodly hours, but 4 a.m. was unusual, which meant it could only be one person: Max.

Walking to the door, Brooke looked through the peephole to confirm her suspicions. She caught a glimpse of his steel-blue eyes fixed upon the door as if he could see through it. Max never telephoned or sent messages before arriving. They had an unspoken agreement that he could come whenever his need to unwind consumed him. Tonight, the need was evidently strong. Pulling the door open, she noticed the scratch on his cheek and blood on his tie. "Christ, what happened to you?" She asked as she stepped aside to let him in.

Open Starter

Max Tudor - 31, bisexual, enforcer

Open to mutuals and non-mutuals

Connection Ideas - Ex; friend/FWB; affair; escort; hookup; fellow criminal; rival gang member; cop/lawyer

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The distinctive sound of Max’s Chelsea boots against the hardwood floor signalled his presence before knocking on the apartment door. The late hour didn’t matter to him. As a veteran criminal, he split his time between orchestrating robberies and enforcing the will of his bosses. Therefore, he rarely kept office hours. It wasn’t the first time he’d visited them at such an ungodly time, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last either. 

After three sharp knocks, Max waited. If they looked through the peephole, they’d see him standing firmly in his three-piece suit and overcoat, eyes fixated on the door. Max never texted or called before coming over. They had an understanding he could arrive whenever he needed to unwind. Tonight, such a principle stood stronger than ever, considering the bruising on his knuckles, the scratch on his cheek and the specks of blood on his tie. 

Lydia let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding, her shoulders finally slumping as she perched on the edge of the bed. She glanced at Kaleb—really looked at him—taking in the exhaustion in his posture, the quiet understanding in his eyes.

She gave a small, humourless chuckle, running a hand through her already-messy hair. "Yeah," she admitted, voice quieter than usual. "Always."

She let the silence linger for a moment before flopping back onto the bed with a dramatic sigh. "I swear, I could write a book on bad dates at this point. Chapter One: ‘How to Spot a Walking Red Flag in Five Minutes or Less.’"

She threw an arm over her eyes, shaking her head. "Tonight's disaster? Talked about himself for two hours straight. Didn't ask me a single question. Like, sir, I promise you, I do not care about your fantasy football league that much."

A short laugh escaped her, but it lacked any real amusement. "The worst part is, I knew. I always know. Five minutes in, and I was already plotting my escape. I should start carrying smoke bombs or something—make my exits more dramatic."

She peeked at him from under her arm, a smirk pulling at the corner of her lips. "Or, you know, I could just stop going on these stupid dates altogether. But where’s the fun in that?" Lydia stated, flipping over on to her stomach to look at him properly. "Your turn... Make me feel better about my tragic night."

Kaleb’s eyes widened a fraction as he saw Lydia’s familiar silhouette against the window. Of course, it was her. When a date went south—and they often seemed to do so for her—she always ended up at his window. He’d grown accustomed to the soft tap, tap, tap against the glass, a signal he knew well. He pulled back the curtains, his own exhaustion mirrored in her posture.

Without a word, he unlatched the window. Lydia clambered inside with the practiced ease of someone who'd done it countless times. It was a routine, a comforting ritual built on years of a friendship deeper than most people understood.

Kaleb knew she wasn’t really asking a question. It was more of a statement, and one he already knew the answer to. He just nodded as he replied, "Always. You?"

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I really, REALLY want a plot where a son of a dangerous and feared mobster is put in charge of managing his father’s strip club and falls for one of the dancers. 

Kai let out a dry chuckle, leaning against the counter with ink-stained fingers drumming lazily against the surface. "Amusing?" he echoed, voice laced with that slow, detached drawl. "Nah. Just ironic." His smirk didn’t falter, if anything, it deepened. She was every bit the type that would turn her nose up at guys like him in broad daylight but find themselves in places like this, looking for something real when the walls of their perfect little lives started closing in.

He exhaled through his nose, crossing inked arms over his chest. "So, princess, what brings you to the dark side? Or did you just get lost on the way to a champagne brunch?"

pia was very much a cliche, down to a tee. head cheerleader, dated a jock, prom queen. her dad was in finance and was one of the richest men in the state which came with some baggage she will admit. for a long time she really enjoyed the endless perks that life gave her, but until recently she had tried to break apart from her father's name to shine on her own. not that she did much on a day to day basis being an heiress to a mass fortune and owning everything a person could dream of. she modelled and did various other campaigns especially for social media. she was the polar opposite of the man standing infront of her and how she wanted to wipe that smirk off of his face already. "something amusing, bad boy?" she asked with a raise of her eyebrow as she took a moment to drink in his appearance. @littledaydreamers

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“If you can’t fix it, that’s fine. I don’t even know what I did to it, and I can always get the Landlord to get someone to fix it considering that’s partly his job.” Faye stated, arms on her hips as she tilted her head just slightly. “Look, you really don’t have to do that. It’s really not your problem.” She should have known that the place was too good to be true, especially with how quick the guy had been to get her to sign on the dotted line.

“Of course I can fix it. That’s not the point — the point is that it shouldn’t need fucking fixing. You’ve not even been here for three months Faye, what kind of dickhead releases an apartment for a kid that is full of fucking damp and dodgy wiring?” Brax ranted, shaking his head as pushed himself up off of the floor and away from the sparking plug socket. “Would you just swallow your pride and come stay with me? I told you there is more than enough room for you there.”  

To All Shy, Anxious Roleplayers: This is your PERMISSION to come speak to me! You are not bothering me! I want to talk with you!

Zach barely spares her a glance, leaning back with his arms crossed. "Dunno, just figured I'd give you a chance to complain since you seem to love doing that," he says dryly. His tone isn't exactly cruel, but it's definitely not warm, either. He shrugs, eyes flicking away like he’s already lost interest. "But hey, if you don’t wanna talk, that works for me."

cassidy couldn't help the irritation on her face when the other was asking her what was wrong. the two hadn't gotten along and yet here they were seeming to fake sympathy for her. a brow raised as she tries to pull herself together in this moment. "why are you even asking me?" she says her voice not quite laced with venom this time - more like confusion then anything. // @littledaydreamers

Kai had barely exhaled the first lungful of smoke when he noticed the shift in her. She wasn’t saying anything, but the tension between them—it was different out here. Less noise, less space to hide behind. He could feel it now, the kind of crackling energy that hung between them. Not exactly anger anymore, but something hotter, more raw.

He wasn’t surprised when she snatched the cigarette from his hand, tossing it over her shoulder. The gesture was unexpected, but not unwelcome. He watched her, eyebrows raised, as her hands slipped around his neck and pulled him in. No hesitation. No words. Just action.

His breath caught, the urgency of the kiss catching him off guard for a moment, but he was quick to respond, his hands finding her waist, pulling her closer as he kissed her back with the same intensity. She wasn’t just trying to shut him up—she was trying to erase whatever was left between them. It was the kind of kiss that made everything else feel irrelevant. The world was quiet now. All that mattered was the heat of their skin, the rush of breath, and the unmistakable thrum of whatever this was.

to say she couldn't pinpoint him was an understatement. the crazy way she just wanted to argue with him and feel the heat rise between them, sparks firing left right and center. she had never experienced anything like it. normally when a guy pissed her off it stayed just as that, she wouldn't engage in it unless she absolutely had to, but in this case she wanted to. the moment she stepped outside and let the chill rise goosebumps over her skin she felt less enclosed, and more free without the atmosphere surrounding them. just a few people smoking and chatting outside and the night sky brimming with stars above them.

pia wondered whether he would follow her but she had a sense that he would. whether he too wanted to be in denial about what was going on between them he could sense it just as much as her. not that you'd actually hear her utter those words outloud. when his figure shifted from the shadows into the light of the secluded area she felt rather smug, but it didn't show on her features. instead she watched him carefully as he lit his cigarette, remaining quiet as he took his first drag before she swiftly removed it from his hand. tossing it over her shoulder her hands worked to move around his own and behind the back of his neck to pull him into a kiss of complete urgency. anything to shut him up at this point.

There was a beat of hesitation. "I...I don't know." He muttered, his guilt pressing down on his shoulders.

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"  be  honest  with  me  for  once .  do  you  love  her  ?   "

Kai leaned back in his seat, watching Pia with an amused smirk as she worked her angles, doing everything she could to get his attention. And she was good—he'd give her that. Every movement was deliberate, every little glance designed to make sure he saw her. But what she didn’t realize was that the more she tried to provoke him, the more he enjoyed not reacting. He knew the game, and he wasn’t going to make it easy for her.

Then the guy she was with got closer to her. Kai's lips curled into a mocking smile as he watched the male slide up behind her, his hands awkwardly reaching over her to help with her shot. Seriously? The guy had no finesse. He was fumbling around like an amateur, trying to make it look like he was helping, when really, he was just looking for an excuse to get closer.

Kai rolled his eyes so dramatically that he almost looked like he was going to strain something. Lame. Completely lame. If this guy had any real game, he wouldn't need to do the tired old "let me help you with that" act. But, of course, Pia seemed to be eating it up. Typical.

Kai wasn’t bothered—at least, he was trying his hardest not to look like he was. He casually picked up his phone and scrolled for a moment, then leaned in toward the waitress at the bar, just enough to make sure Pia noticed. A low chuckle, a slow, deliberate touch to her back as if he hadn’t even thought about it. Not even looking at Pia, but knowing she was watching him.

Finally, he took a sip from his glass and ensured his gaze landed back on her. Slowly, he lifted his drink in a taunting cheers as his smirk grew wider. But when he saw the look in her eyes, a small thrill went through him. She wasn’t as indifferent as she was trying to act.

And just for fun, he let his eyes flicker briefly to male—his face unreadable, but that same irritation in the pit of his stomach. The guy was desperate. But Kai? Kai was happy enough to watch her show a little longer.

it's almost like she could sense his little struggles of dialogue going on in his head at her actions. luckily for her this wasn't going to get very awkward because vince was someone who didn't get surprised by her actions anymore. she could clock him from the corner of her eye, knowing that he had chose to sit where he did to be in direct line of the show she was putting on.

she moved her fore arm to show the male opposite her the newest work she'd gotten etched onto her tanned skin, making sure to dip her other arm so that it emphasised the cleavage she already had on display. she knew how to work her angles, she was a model after all she did it everyday. and she knew what to do to get the shot, and she was going to continue to move herself in subtle ways that would draw kai's eyes to certain parts of her body.

sweeping her golden hair over her shoulders to display her neck she slid herself over the top of the table to take a shot. she knew she was pretty good at pool, growing up being a daddy's girl and having the boys around she got to do things like this alot and it paid off later on in life. she leant her chest forward over the table, her eyes bouncing to him for a moment then back to the shot she was taking just as vince decided to wonder behind her. "here, move a little.." he started to say as he leant over her body to guide her.