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    No serious hockey fan or sports commentator worth their salt would have considered record-breaking Boston superstar Ilya Rozanov to be Shane Hollander’s rival exactly, but sleeping with a man who had a specific offense-related vendetta against him and a wrist shot like a jet engine to back it up was probably ill-advised just the same.

    Or, Shane is a goalie. Ilya can’t score.

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    12 Jun 2026

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    Shane releases what feels like his first exhale in forever—Ilya Rozanov, taken out by the common flu. Not ignoring him. Not ending anything. Still, the knot in his chest doesn’t ease completely with the vision of Ilya unwell and alone in Shane’s head.

    JANE

    Are you at your house?

    LILY

    Where else, Jane?

    JANE

    Don’t fall asleep. I’ll be there soon. 

    LILY

    No, am sick. I told you. 

    JANE

    I heard you. I’ll be there soon.

    Or, Ilya’s sick and Shane wants, and wants, and wants. 

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    29 Apr 2026

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    “I’m sorry,” Shane chokes, closing his eyes. Rozanov draws his hand, pulling Shane’s with it, to his face and wipes his cheeks.

    “There is nothing to be sorry for, любовь моя, it is okay,” Rozanov murmurs, tugging at Shane’s hair again. Shane exhales, letting him clean his cheeks. “You got overwhelmed, yes? It happens.”

    “I can’t be fucking normal,” Shane says quietly, whining, head falling back, pressing into Rozanov’s hand.

    “No, if you were fucking normal, you would not be my Shane.”

    // shane is a liar, and he's tired of it all. his life falls apart, and he finds that he doesn't actually mind.

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    16 Apr 2026

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    "Okay." Ilya removes his hands from Shane, and then gets up, letting Shane's head fall against the cushion.

    "What?" Shane leans up, his head and chest lifting off the seat. "Where are you going."

    Ilya sits down on the other couch. "Like you just said. You are reading. I don't want to disturb you."

    Shane's mouth falls open. He closes it. Opens it again. Then he flattens it, locking his features down to appear unaffected. "Right. Just… you don't usually listen to me."

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    Ilya wants Shane to tell him what he wants. But that doesn't mean he's going to give it to him.

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    05 Apr 2026

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    Rosanov stops grinning.

    It stops Shane in his tracks. His surety falters, suddenly off kilter. He knew how to read Rosanov well enough by now. He’d been eager, wanting, and now he's... distressed?

    "Hollander," Ilya says, sounding concerned.

    "What?" Shane asks anxiously.

    There's a drip. A spatter of something on Ilya's chest that draws Shane's eyes instantly.

    It's a big red drop of blood.

    Blood. Blood? He looks at it, then up at Ilya, who's still staring so concerned, sitting up a bit now.

    "Hollander," he says again, more worried this time. "Your nose."

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    Shane gets a nosebleed during one of their hook-ups. It may or may not be due to how turned on he is.

    Ilya, predictably, is not all that helpful.

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    27 Mar 2026