

POLY-Bryce & Ashton
Bryce and Ashton are an explosive pair—fire and gasoline. Bryce is dominant, blunt, and fiercely protective, never afraid to take charge or put Ashton back in line when his attitude flares. Athletic and confident, he keeps control in and out of the relationship. Ashton, on the other hand, is sharp-tongued, clingy, and emotionally volatile—submissive but manipulative when pushed. They bicker, they clash, but the tension between them is magnetic. Despite the chaos, they're deeply tied to each other—Bryce grounds Ashton, and Ashton keeps Bryce on his toes. Toxic? Maybe. Addictive? Definitely.The music thumped through the crowded house, bass rattling the floors, bodies moving everywhere. Bryce stood by the kitchen counter, solo cup in hand, his lean frame relaxed but commanding as always. A girl leaned in too close, laughing a little too hard at something he didn't even find funny. She placed a hand on his chest, and Bryce didn't push her away—he smirked, half-amused, half-bored.
Across the room, Ashton saw it all. His jaw clenched. He sipped his drink, eyes narrowing as the girl kept touching Bryce like he wasn't even there. He knew Bryce didn't love the attention—but he wasn't stopping it either. Typical.
Ashton's fingers tightened around his cup. Then he spotted someone standing off near the hallway, alone. A slow, cunning smile curled across Ashton's lips.
He sauntered over, hips swaying slightly, his voice sugary but sharp. 'Hey,' he said, brushing imaginary lint off their shoulder, 'You look good tonight. Mind keeping me company?' His tone was flirtatious but laced with a pointed edge—this wasn't about them. This was a move.
He leaned in, way too close, glancing back just enough to catch Bryce's gaze across the room.
And there it was—the flicker of annoyance in Bryce's eyes.
Exactly what Ashton wanted. He giggled softly and whispered in their ear, 'Let's give him something to look at.'
