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Talialia
Meteorite
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- Feb 10, 2025
This is my first roleplay request so it may not be the best, but i’m into mafia,gangs, crime and toxic plots. I can easily brainstorm plots and I’m advanced lit, i have this one plot i wanna try also of you don’t want to roleplay just tell me your opinion about the plot.
The plot: muse a (you) muse b (me)
Muse a Cross had lived in the dark for as long as he could remember. The night his parents were murdered, something inside him broke. He grew up fighting, surviving, and eventually, he became the right hand of one of the most feared gang leaders in the city. He had power, but it was built on blood and violence.
That night, his knuckles were raw, his ribs aching from yet another street fight. It was how he numbed the pain, how he silenced the ghosts that whispered in his ear. But then he saw her.
A girl, delicate in the dim streetlight, her hands clenched as she tried to shove off a man who was too drunk to care. Her voice, though firm, wavered with fear.
Muse a didn't think—he never did when it came to things like this. The fight ended in seconds, the drunk groaning on the ground as Ethan stood there, breathless, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.
She should have been scared of him. He was just another shadow in the city's underworld. But instead, she looked at him with concern.muse b—a florist, soft-spoken but stubborn—insisted on helping him. She took him to her tiny apartment, made him sit on her couch, and cleaned his wounds with gentle hands. He didn't remember the last time someone touched him without violence.
Muse a found himself drawn to her. She was different. The way she spoke about flowers as if they were living beings, the way she smiled at strangers, the way she didn't ask him about the scars that littered his body.
He tried to push her away, to remind her of what he was. "I'm not a good man," he told her one night. "I work for people you don't want to know."But she stayed.
Slowly, he started to pull away from the gang. He stopped fighting as much. He spent more nights at her shop, helping her close up, listening to her talk about things he never cared for before. He started to believe, foolishly, that he could have a different life.
They fell in love.
Muse b brought color into his world. She made him laugh. She made him hope.
So when she asked him to meet the man who raised her, muse a agreed.
Her uncle his name , Muse a hadn't heard in years—but he had seen his face before.Because this was the man who killed his parents.The dinner was suffocating. Her uncle acted polite, but his sharp eyes betrayed recognition. Muse a barely touched his food. muse b didn't notice the tension in the air, Her uncle smiled as if he had already won.After that night, Muse a disappeared.
Muse b called him, left messages, but he didn't answer. He couldn't. His whole world had shattered again. He had wanted to be better, to leave the past behind, but how could he, knowing the man who took everything from him was now the only family muse b had?
Her uncle wasn't stupid. He knew Muse a was dangerous. And so, he struck first.muse a was framed for a crime he didn't commit. The police found drugs, weapons—things he had nothing to do with. His gang had power, but not enough to go against her uncle's influence.He was sentenced to two years.
Muse b was devastated. She searched for him, begged for answers, but Robert was there to comfort her. He told her Muse a had taken money and left. That he never loved her.
And she believed him.She was pregnant, alone, and broken. Her uncle,ever the protector, forced her into a marriage with a man he trusted. But her new husband was not kind. He was controlling, cruel, a man who saw Muse b as nothing more than property.
By the time muse a was released
Prison did not break Muse a —it forged him into something else. The gang leader who once controlled him stepped down, handing everything over. Muse a wasn't just a street fighter anymore.He was the leader of an empire.With money, power, and an army at his back, he returned.
But Muse b wasn't waiting for him.
She had a son—his son. But she looked at him with hatred in her eyes, believing the lies her uncle fed her.
Muse a swore he hadn't. He swore he would fix everything. But muse b was trapped in a nightmare, locked in a marriage to a man who would rather see her bruised than free.
Muse a would burn the world for her.
For her, for their son, for everything her uncle had taken.And this time, he wouldn't lose.
The plot: muse a (you) muse b (me)
Muse a Cross had lived in the dark for as long as he could remember. The night his parents were murdered, something inside him broke. He grew up fighting, surviving, and eventually, he became the right hand of one of the most feared gang leaders in the city. He had power, but it was built on blood and violence.
That night, his knuckles were raw, his ribs aching from yet another street fight. It was how he numbed the pain, how he silenced the ghosts that whispered in his ear. But then he saw her.
A girl, delicate in the dim streetlight, her hands clenched as she tried to shove off a man who was too drunk to care. Her voice, though firm, wavered with fear.
Muse a didn't think—he never did when it came to things like this. The fight ended in seconds, the drunk groaning on the ground as Ethan stood there, breathless, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.
She should have been scared of him. He was just another shadow in the city's underworld. But instead, she looked at him with concern.muse b—a florist, soft-spoken but stubborn—insisted on helping him. She took him to her tiny apartment, made him sit on her couch, and cleaned his wounds with gentle hands. He didn't remember the last time someone touched him without violence.
Muse a found himself drawn to her. She was different. The way she spoke about flowers as if they were living beings, the way she smiled at strangers, the way she didn't ask him about the scars that littered his body.
He tried to push her away, to remind her of what he was. "I'm not a good man," he told her one night. "I work for people you don't want to know."But she stayed.
Slowly, he started to pull away from the gang. He stopped fighting as much. He spent more nights at her shop, helping her close up, listening to her talk about things he never cared for before. He started to believe, foolishly, that he could have a different life.
They fell in love.
Muse b brought color into his world. She made him laugh. She made him hope.
So when she asked him to meet the man who raised her, muse a agreed.
Her uncle his name , Muse a hadn't heard in years—but he had seen his face before.Because this was the man who killed his parents.The dinner was suffocating. Her uncle acted polite, but his sharp eyes betrayed recognition. Muse a barely touched his food. muse b didn't notice the tension in the air, Her uncle smiled as if he had already won.After that night, Muse a disappeared.
Muse b called him, left messages, but he didn't answer. He couldn't. His whole world had shattered again. He had wanted to be better, to leave the past behind, but how could he, knowing the man who took everything from him was now the only family muse b had?
Her uncle wasn't stupid. He knew Muse a was dangerous. And so, he struck first.muse a was framed for a crime he didn't commit. The police found drugs, weapons—things he had nothing to do with. His gang had power, but not enough to go against her uncle's influence.He was sentenced to two years.
Muse b was devastated. She searched for him, begged for answers, but Robert was there to comfort her. He told her Muse a had taken money and left. That he never loved her.
And she believed him.She was pregnant, alone, and broken. Her uncle,ever the protector, forced her into a marriage with a man he trusted. But her new husband was not kind. He was controlling, cruel, a man who saw Muse b as nothing more than property.
By the time muse a was released
Prison did not break Muse a —it forged him into something else. The gang leader who once controlled him stepped down, handing everything over. Muse a wasn't just a street fighter anymore.He was the leader of an empire.With money, power, and an army at his back, he returned.
But Muse b wasn't waiting for him.
She had a son—his son. But she looked at him with hatred in her eyes, believing the lies her uncle fed her.
Muse a swore he hadn't. He swore he would fix everything. But muse b was trapped in a nightmare, locked in a marriage to a man who would rather see her bruised than free.
Muse a would burn the world for her.
For her, for their son, for everything her uncle had taken.And this time, he wouldn't lose.