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  1. Public Bookmark 32

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    “English is… is not first language,” the woman said quietly. Her accent was thick, and unmistakably Russian.

    “Oh, sorry! I’m speaking too fast, aren’t I? Sorry,” she took a breath, and held out her hand. “I’m Yuna,” she repeated. The woman took her hand quickly, her hands bony and delicate.

    “Irina,” she replied, before gesturing for Yuna to sit with her. Quickly, Yuna did. “Sorry, I have not been in Canada long.”

    “No problem at all; welcome to Canada! Is that your boy?” Yuna asked, gesturing over to the child that had similar hair to Irina, which was poking out from under his helmet. He was taller than Shane, though his little hockey outfit still seemed to still dwarf him. He had a serious look on his face, but his eyes were light as he watched the other boys play. He was tapping his stick on the ice, clearly itching to get into the game.

    “Ah, yes,” Irina nodded, taking a few seconds to translate the question, “Ilyusha.” Irina looked over at her son, a small smile on her face. “Is my Ilya.”

    Or: Ilya and Irina move to Canada for a fresh start when he is six years old. He meets Shane Hollander at ice hockey practice, and they grow up together (and of course, fall in love).

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    15 Feb 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 18

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    “There’s a smoking area down the street, by Monk’s,” Shane tried again, “Uh, it’s just, like, a rule we have. With the local businesses, y’know. I’m Shane, I run the tattoo parlor, just over…”

    Shane trailed off, gesturing awkwardly back to the studio. The guy was still silent, and still smoking, and honestly looked like he might be about to pounce on him. Whether it was to kiss him or kill him he wasn’t sure, but Shane didn’t think he’d mind it either way. 

    “Okay,” The guy exhaled more smoke, but Shane was more concerned with the way his accent wrapped around the word okay. It sent an ugly kind of shockwave through him, a feeling that he’d grasped with both hands in high school and shoved so far down he was sure he’d never feel it again. He hoped he’d never feel it again. “Shane, from the tattoo parlour.”

    Shane runs the only tattoo parlour in a suffocatingly small town. Ilya is looking for a fresh start selling flowers. What could go wrong?

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    15 Feb 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 39

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    Ilya is immediately intrigued by his team's hot new massage therapist. He thinks he probably just wants to sleep with him, but the more he gets to know him, the more he fears he may actually want something real. If only he could convince Shane to take a chance on him.

    Meanwhile, Shane has just landed his dream job and has no interest in crossing any professional boundaries, no matter how much their star player might make him want to. Besides, coming out of the closet might just make him lose everything he's worked for.

    Featuring famous!Ilya who's at the height of his career and is tired of the playboy lifestyle, and professional!Shane who's far too busy achieving his goals to worry about his heart.

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    “Am I speaking with Ilya Grigorievich Rozanov?”

    Ilya went silent immediately. That was not his brother’s voice. Nor was it Katia’s, his sister-in-law’s. It was an aristocratic, cold voice. He went completely still.

    “Yes.”

    “I’m calling from the Child Services Department, Ilya Grigorievich,” the woman continued, and Ilya frowned deeply. “Your brother Alexei Rozanov and his wife died yesterday in a car accident.”

    Twice in his life, Ilya had felt like this. The ice around his heart melted just enough for the numbness to vanish and give way to a sharp, stinging pain. It lasted only two seconds before he managed to compose himself. He didn’t want to feel anything for Alexei, so even if Katia’s death carried a trace of sadness—she was a mess, but she always tried to smile at him and cook warm meals for him when he visited Russia—, he dismissed the feeling entirely.

    “So what?”

    “You are the only living family member of their daughter. Your brother named you as her legal guardian, Ilya Grigorievich.”

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  5. Public Bookmark 2

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    Zhou Zishu regarded him with empty eyes, as though he did not understand the innuendo. “You died,” he said quietly, as if that explained everything.

    He paused, because it did not. He searched for something more to say, but all that came were those two words. You died.

    Wen Kexing’s smile faded. For a fleeting moment Zhou Zishu thought he had understood, despite his own wordlessness. After all, he was his zhiji—the one who knew him.

    Or at least, he had once believed so.

    Then Wen Kexing laughed. It was awkward, uncertain, but it was laughter, and Zhou Zishu realized he understood nothing at all.

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    Snowed in inside the World's Armory, Zhou Zishu and Wen Kexing are forced to confront the consequences of their mutual deception. Post-canon angst with a hopeful ending.

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