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    It’s not hard to spot Troy’s blind date once Ilya arrives at Giovanni's. For one thing, he’s wearing the ugliest green shirt Ilya has ever seen in his entire life. For another, he’s the most beautiful man Ilya has ever seen in his entire life.

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    When Troy gets sick, Ilya decides to be his blind date's knight in shining armor and make sure he doesn't get stood up. Simple, right? He'll pretend to be Troy for a few hours, get a good meal out of it, and have a story to tell. What he's not expecting is for Troy's blind date to be the most perfect man he's ever met.

    But it turns out, he's hiding some secrets, too.

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    22 Sep 2026

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    The first time they’d done this, in Ilya’s bed, Shane had been mystified at Rozanov’s insistence that he not enter the nest without Shane’s permission. Now, Shane feels something akin to smugness flexing its claws in his chest. A primal satisfaction at the rightness that he is the one with the power - at present, if not for much longer - alpha just outside the nest and at his mercy.

    Like Shane will only yield for someone who has earned it. He can draw out Ilya’s suffering just a little longer, make him earn it.

    Shane rakes his gaze over the delicious chest and bicep muscles bunching above the edge of the nest. “Waiting for something, Rozanov?”

    “Are you going to let me into your nest, omega?” His pronunciation of the endearment is more Russian than English, accent thickening around the syllables.

    “Depends. You gonna give me your knot?”

    “Hm, does not sound like begging yet to me.”

    Some months after Shane recovers from rejection sickness in Ilya's bed, they share their heat/rut together at the cottage, both clinging to the delusion it's still casual.

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    06 Sep 2026

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    “If a crystal ball could tell you the truth about yourself, your life, the future or anything else, what would you want to know?” Quickly, Ilya adds, “Don’t say that you want to know if you win the Cup.”

    “Why not? What if that’s my answer?”

    “Is so boring, Hollander. Of course you want to know this. But Ilya Rozanov and Boston Raiders exist in this world, so crystal ball says, so sad, but no.”

    “Fuck off. What are these questions even for, anyway? Are you interviewing me for something? Wouldn’t you have to, like, tell me if you were?”

    Ilya is quick to assure Hollander before his paranoia takes him right out of this phone call. “It is not for interview, Hollander. I am just wondering. Answer the question.”

    “And I can’t say that I would want to know whether I win the Cup.”

    “Yes, other than that.”

    “I guess… I guess I would want to know, like, am I happy?”

     


     
    Ilya reads an article about 36 questions that are supposed to make people fall in love. He decides to ask Shane.

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    07 Aug 2026

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    Ilya is watching the sun rise over the lake at the cottage when Shane joins him and makes a little request.

    “So, I was wondering…next time we fuck…would you like to, uh, skip the condom? Because I’ve been thinking about feeling you skin-to-skin inside me for a while now, and it’s been driving me—”
    Shane did not get a chance to complete his sentence because Ilya had hauled him over and was giving him a kiss, fierce and biting and ravenous.
    After many glorious moments of kissing, the sun warm on their cheeks, Ilya pulled back. Shane licked his lips and gave Ilya a darting glance before looking away. “Anyway, yeah, it’s been driving me insane,” he said, and cleared his throat.
    “Well now that you said it, it makes me insane too,” Ilya replied. “Come.” He stood and hauled Shane up along with him. “Chop chop, Hollander. No time to waste.”

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    02 Aug 2026

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    He stared at her, and she felt like she’d been shoved under a spotlight, his focus honing in on all the vulnerability stitched into the fabric of her costume; all the subtext beneath her performance. This wasn’t what they had set out to be. They were meant to be light and breezy comedy show—not a deep, insightful Shakespeare soliloquy. And yet, Allie felt like Dean had picked her every sentence apart, and he was now holding the splinters of her sensitivity.

    (Five times Dean cared about Allie, and the one time she accepted that their “arrangement” wasn’t as casual as she’d thought).

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