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    Ilya hit a sore spot and he knows it. He can’t find it in him to care. Months of seeing the two of them on the cover of every magazine and coverage of her in a fucking Hollander jersey cheering him on in Montreal. Not to mention he sees it every time he closes his eyes. And Hollander’s look of pure terror after he called him Shane for the first time.

    or: shane meets ilya that night after the club in episode 4.

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    12 Jun 2026

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    Lily: You left your shoes here.

    Shane frowns, looking down at his feet that are only covered by his black dress socks. Fuck. He walked out without shoes? He hadn't even noticed.

    or, Shane leaves the Vegas penthouse without his shoes. He might also be having a panic attack.

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    11 Jun 2026

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    “I think, at this point, we are friends, no?” Ilya asks, his back still to Shane.

    “Are we?” Shane asks, and Ilya’s lip quirks at the way he can hear the curiosity bleed through Shane’s tone, despite the way he’s clearly trying so hard to sound indifferent.

    “I consider you a friend, yes. We had food together. Hung out,” he explains.

    “Okay. Sure, yeah,” Shane agrees, meeting Ilya’s eyes as he turns around to face him. “Friends.”

    “Good. It is important you know this,” Ilya asks, stepping across the slightly echoey room, his hand going to tilt Shane’s jaw up. “It’s important for you to know I like you,” he says, watching with amusement as more confusion spreads across Shane’s pretty face.

    “Why?”

    “Because,” Ilya says softly, condescendingly as he leans down, his mouth close to Shane’s. Shane is so receptive to him, his lips already parting, expecting a kiss. “I am going to fuck you like I hate you,” he finishes, watching as Shane’s jaw drops a little, his breath hitching.

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    10 Jun 2026

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    Shane stares down at his phone screen in utter, abject horror.

    He doesn’t know what happened. How his thumb managed to slip and hit send. He was backspacing—he’s absolutely positive he was backpacking—because no way in hell would he have actually sent a message to Rozanov whining about the fact that they didn’t kiss. There’s no reality in which that makes sense and doesn’t make him look like an idiotic, obsessive, overly attached freak.

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    10 Jun 2026

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    "Yeah, um. Thanks, I guess." Hollander's reply was vacant, and Ilya moved to gather his clothes and pull his boxers on, taking care to keep his movements smooth and casual. He had to get away. Now. Before he did or said something unfortunate.

    One word from Hollander, naked on the edge of the bed, derailed his plans.

    "Wait," Hollander pleaded, and there was something undeniably vulnerable in his voice.

    Ilya hesitated immediately, turned back to the bed. "Hollander?"

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    Hotel room 1822 in Montreal, February 2011. What if Ilya did stay a little longer?

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