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    Four days before Shane expects Ilya to be back on the ice in a random home game against Tennessee, the news finally leaks.

    Shane feels like he should be hiding under a table, sheltering in place. It’s not even that bad. Just a short, clinical article on ESPN. Sources close to the Boston Raiders have confirmed that Conn Smythe winner Ilya Rozanov’s mysterious SOIR is due to a suicide attempt in August. The Team Captain was in Moscow at the time, but returned to Boston as soon as he was able to recuperate and seek treatment.

    As far as terroristic invasions of privacy go, it’s compassionate.

    But Shane knows what it’s like to constantly be under a microscope, and he wants, more than anything, for Rozanov to not be dissected and examined like a particularly fascinating insect. He can’t do anything about it.

    Or: The summer after he wins the Cup for Boston, Ilya almost dies. Shane tries to cope.

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    25 Feb 2026

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    When Ilya and Shane decide they want a plan to let them soften the rivalry and (maybe, eventually) come out without it being an NHL emergency, they ask Yuna for help. Yuna's got a 6 stage plan and it is absolutely, definitely going to work.

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    22 Feb 2026

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    22 Feb 2026

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    Shane Hollander is hockey’s closeted golden boy with everything to hide. Ilya Rozanov is a professional Dom with everything to lose and an expired visa.

    Through their arrangement at a discreet Montreal kink bar, where NDAs protect secrets and sessions are charged per hour, they discover the most dangerous thing isn’t being caught—it’s wanting more than those hours allow.

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    21 Feb 2026

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    Shane sat up, rubbed his eyes, and reached for the water glass on the table, draining it the way Ilya had taught him. Good. He was learning to take care of himself in the aftermath, which was the entire point—not to make Shane dependent on Ilya’s aftercare forever, but to teach him the mechanics of it so he could do it alone.

    The thought should have been satisfying. Professional pride: the client internalizes the skill, the client improves, the client eventually stops needing you.

    It wasn’t satisfying. It was the worst thought Ilya had ever had.

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    Rozanov posts on Instagram a lot. Not on his feed, but his stories.

    Every time he lands in a city, he posts a story. Usually it's just back of his seat, or sometimes the view out the window—on the tarmac, never anything exciting, one of just many cities their lives are broken up into—and a location tag. Low effort.

    It’s pretty obvious what it is. Guys laugh about it, call it Rozanov’s Fuck Signal. The easiest way to get the hot girls who follow him to slide into his DMs.

    Easy pussy.

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    12 Jan 2026

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    He thinks one day he will have to thank her for stopping him from adding to his list of mistakes by sleeping with that bartender. He doesn't know if he wants to be in a body that any man other than Ilya's touched.

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    “You don’t even know what’s good for you,” Ilya growls, and the pressure stops. Instead, there’s the familiar feeling of Ilya’s fingers pushing inside him, wet with lube.

    “How can I trust anyone else with you?” Ilya asks. And his voice is shaking, his fingers are shaking. His entire body is trembling.

    “Who even deserves this?” he asks.

    “You,” Shane answers.