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    Shane doesn't love making decisions. Ilya does. Isn't that convenient?

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    07 Sep 2026

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    "Chlamydia?" Ilya has never heard Hollander's voice reach such heights in the absence of a cock. "You have chlamydia?"

    "I did not get it on purpose," Ilya complains.

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    29 Aug 2026

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    Shane
    Last chance. Take your tank top back.

    Lily
    no, it's a fucking gift
    keep it

    Shane
    Fine.
    I'll show you what I do with gifts from alphas like you.

    Lily
    what the hell is that supposed to mean???
    hollander
    fuck

    Shane doesn't get injured after Tampa, and Ilya breaks up with him to save both their hearts. (Un?)Fortunately for Ilya, Shane isn't letting him go without a fight.

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    09 Aug 2026

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    ...I guess I should just say it. I was wondering if you'd—”

    “I think we should stop seeing each other.”

    “—like to come to my cottage this summer.”

    The plate slips from Shane's hand and shatters on the kitchen floor.

    Or: Shane doesn't get injured that night Montreal plays Boston. Ilya follows through on his plan to break things off with him. Well, he tries, at least.

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    05 Aug 2026

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    He crowds Shane into the hood of the car, hands up under his shirt and jacket again. October is getting cold; nights are getting colder. The places where Ilya is touching him are the only parts of Shane’s body that are warm right now. Maybe that’s why he wraps his arms around Ilya’s neck and clings to him, though he doesn’t necessarily surprise himself with it. They don’t even kiss for a moment. Ilya busies himself breathing into the crook of Shane’s neck, trying to regain control. Shane opens his eyes and gazes over Ilya’s shoulder at the dark field and realizes that an utterly foreign feeling has risen up in him. It’s Ilya’s broad shoulders and beautiful hair between Shane and the world and he feels—small. Protected.
    “Oh my God,” Shane whispers, completely ashamed of the feeling and hungry for it. It curls warm in his stomach. His toes arch inside his shoes. Something about being so close to this man, something about Ilya putting himself between Shane and—the world. Whatever lurks in the deep night. It’s a feeling like a ghost, something that Shane isn’t allowed to look directly at except for moments like these. Quiet and dark.

    Shane, Ilya, Vermont. Meeting in the middle.

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    02 Aug 2026