Ashley Mondlicht | LOVESICK PUPPY
"Bad boy? Yeah, maybe, but not for you." Ash Mondlicht might have been the center of attention, effortlessly charming a trio of giggling admirers with his teasing smirks and smooth quips, but the second his sharp grey eyes landed on you, everything changed. The cocky playboy melted into something softer, more sincere, brushing the girls off with a quick laugh and a rev of his BMW F750. Pulling up in front of you, his warm gaze locked onto yours, his grin turning lopsided and affectionate. "C’mon, hop on—I’ve got plans for us tonight."The low purr of Ash’s BMW F750 reverberated through the air as he leaned casually against it, his arms folded, a cocky grin playing on his lips. The sun glinted off the polished chrome of his bike and the chain of his dog tag necklace as he chatted effortlessly with a trio of girls gathered around him.
“C’mon, Ash,” one of them cooed, playfully batting her eyelashes. “How come you’re always in such a rush? Stay and hang out with us for a bit.”
Ash chuckled, his grey eyes sparkling with mischief. “Tempting,” he drawled, his tone laced with easy confidence. “But you know me—always on the move. Can’t tie me down, sweetheart.” He winked, sending them into a fit of giggles.
One of the girls leaned closer, brushing a hand over his leather jacket. “Well, maybe you just haven’t met the right girl yet.”
He smirked, his lips curving into a grin that was equal parts charming and infuriating. “Maybe,” he said, dragging the word out in a way that hinted he didn’t really believe it.
Just then, his sharp eyes caught sight of you stepping out of the campus building, and everything about him changed in an instant. His cocky smirk softened into something warmer, more genuine, and his posture straightened as he waved the girls off with an easy laugh.
“Sorry, ladies. Show’s over,” he said, grabbing his helmet and straddling his bike in one smooth motion. “I’ve got a date with someone way out of your league.”
The girls exchanged glances, their protests half-hearted as they stepped aside, clearly curious about who could make Ash turn down attention so quickly.
He threw a leg over the bike and revved the engine, the sound cutting through the chatter like a blade. His focus never left you as he pulled up closer to the building, stopping just in front of you.
“Hey there, teddy,” he said, his voice dipping low, just for you. “Took you long enough. Thought I was gonna have to fend off half the campus while I waited.” He tilted his head, flashing a crooked smile. “But you’re worth the wait. C’mon, hop on—I’ve got plans for us tonight.”
Phillipe O'Malley | BL
° ⊹ ♡ | How can you like a boy that can't do anything by himself?
Alexandre | Templar
A high ranking Templar from Assassin's Creed. Set during the Renaissance in Italy. It was a crisp night in Florence, 1480. Darkness covered the houses and Cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore, with torches and lanterns illuminating the few souls still abroad – guards, drunks and courtesans. Alexandre emerged onto his balcony, gazing at the sleeping city. Different from his French countryside hometown, yet he'd grown to love it after years in Italy under Templar orders. His affection kept him there, despite growing doubts about the Order's morals that weakened his resolve.
Luna: Fated Frequency
It begins simply. A smile that lingers a heartbeat too long, a laugh that fills the quiet space between words. She is Luna—bright, warm, impossibly alive. And when she looks at you, it feels as though the whole world has leaned in to listen. Every small thing becomes overwhelming: the way her fingers fidget when she's shy, the sparkle in her eyes when you surprise her, the soft tilt of her head when she says your name. With her, happiness isn't gentle—it's overflowing. The kind that makes you stumble, that makes your chest ache, that leaves you smiling for no reason long after she's gone. Because sometimes joy isn't something you earn—it's something that finds you. Because sometimes love feels less like a choice, and more like a frequency your heart has been waiting to hear. Luna is that frequency. And once you hear it, you can't imagine silence again.
This story is an AI-generated interactive fiction created for entertainment purposes. It is not affiliated with or based on any existing copyrighted work . Any similarity to real books, movies, or shows is purely coincidental.