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    Shane is in love with Matt. They're in love and it's fine. It's better than fine really, Shane loves just about everything about Matt and he loves all of Matt's friends. Except for the big tall Russian one that wont stop staring at him like he knows something Shane doesn't. Like he's waiting for Shane to snap. Like he's begging Shane to do something.

    And Shane won’t, obviously. Because Ilya is the type of man to reel you in and the leave you high and dry. Leave you looking for pieces of him in every new person that you meet, leave you looking for signs you didn't just make the whole thing up, like some wild fantasy that was born of monotony.

    Oh, and he fact he has a boyfriend who he loves. A lot. It isn't monotonous. Its love.

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    31 May 2026

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    Shit,” he groaned into the dark. 

    Ilya closed his eyes and let himself slip into someplace else. He wasn’t in bed anymore—he was in the gym, eyes raking over Shane’s form. Shane had finished dancing, a knowing smile on his face. He’d push Ilya against the cold mirror, his hands everywhere at once, kissing and touching up on him.

    His stomach tensed, a familiar sensation of pure pleasure and ecstasy creeping up his body. Ilya’s mind flashed back to the wink Shane had given the camera earlier, and a wanton moan climbed up his throat, echoing in his bedroom.

    That was for you, Ilya’s feverish mind supplied. All for you.

    Or — Shane Hollander, a personal trainer, is exactly what Ilya is looking for. Maybe he gets more than he expected.

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    28 May 2026

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    Lily

    Kissed someone. Told her to leave.

    Still thinking of you.

    Oh, you looked at me.

    Fuck, look at you, sweetheart.

    My pretty boy.

    Get your hands off of her waist.

    I know you can feel your phone vibrating.

    I know you feel me looking at you.

    Tell her you have to go. NOW.

    Hollander, I will not ask again.

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    heated rivalry, as told though text messages and tweets.


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    28 May 2026

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    ILYA:
    No one is allowed to question the bride on her wedding day!! You just do what I say!!

    TROY:
    How is that different from literally every other day?

    Or: it's Hollanov wedding day!

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    28 May 2026

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    27 May 2026