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  1. Public Bookmark 84

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    "Fuck off, Rozanov," Shane spits out. The very last thing he needs is to be caught up in this weird dynamic Ilya keeps pushing on him.

    Ilya grins this time, pleased with himself. “Ah-ah. This is exactly what I mean. So frustrated.” His hand moves in a dismissive gesture and lands on Shane’s chest, poking lightly. “Sex is a healthy way to get the anger out.”

    “You would know, right? You’ve probably got a spreadsheet.” It's a petty deflection, they both know that. Ilya’s promiscuity wasn’t a secret to anyone, he wasn't ashamed of his lifestyle.

    “It’s better than beating a guy’s face in,” Ilya says. The implication hangs heavy. The words drag Comeau’s bloodied, disfigured face into the space between them.

    “Oh, spare me. You fuck anything that moves.” Sex is not some valve you opened to let pressure bleed out cleanly. It's not that simple. Never has been.

    Or; Shane is traded to Boston after a brutal scandal with the Montreal Metros gets diffused on live tv.
    The story of two boys who learned to survive in abusive environments, but in very different ways. Ilya externalizes his rage through sex and violence while Shane internalizes and represses. What could go wrong?

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    08 Jul 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 67

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    Shane Hollander has made many mistakes in his life, but volunteering as tribute alongside his best friend during District 11's annual Reaping isn't one of them.

    Or maybe it is - he doesn't know yet. He'll confirm or deny when his near-certain untimely end comes.

    Shane isn't a fighter. He's not a lover either, despite what he's leading the Capitol to believe. He's just a young man that knows the earth, and by proxy the brutality of nature; human or otherwise.

    He doesn’t quite know what to do with Ilya Rozanov, though. Unfortunately it’s clear Ilya knows exactly what to do with him.

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    05 Jul 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 27

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    There was glitter on the floor. It was from last week, Svetlana was pretty sure, when her auntie Carol (no relation) had hired a fake fireman to strip down to his gold lamé G-string in her mom’s hospice room. The guy was younger than Svetlana by a few years, with toned golden brown skin, an excellent sense of rhythm, and enough emotional intelligence (or acting skills) to seem completely unfazed by the prospect of shaking his glittery ass in a dying woman’s hospital room for an audience of half a dozen loud-ass post-menopausal women—plus one token white boy–hooting and hollering and clapping along to Whitney. Svetlana had hidden behind her cell phone camera recording the party from the doorway, experiencing all possible emotions and none at once. That was a good day. Ilya had even been able to cajole her mom into eating half a piece of sheet cake by flirting and nagging as only he could.

    OR: Svetlana's mom just died. She's inherited one third of a beauty shop in Boston but her dream job is waiting for her in Ottawa. Her situationship is being too fucking nice. Shane won't let Sveta touch the funeral binder. And there are secrets hidden in boxes that could change how Sveta and Ilya understand their shared past.

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    03 Jul 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 38

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    The thing is, the thing is: Shane doesn't know him, doesn't want to know him, not really, and that makes Ilya think he could stay here, Shane in his arms and impersonal hotel sheets stuck to his sweat-slicked skin, forever and ever. Or, at least, until Shane gets fidgety, like he always gets, and bolts at half past midnight, leaving Ilya to fondle his sticky dick and be what he's best at being, which is being alone while surrounded by people.

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    01 Jul 2026

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    And yeah, Shane knew that Ilya hadn’t been okay last time he was in Russia, but Ilya had had the very real excuse of a funeral to blame things on. Ilya had downplayed it as much as he could, and Shane hadn’t been there, he’d heard the fatigue and he’d seen Ilya’s tired smile, but he hadn’t felt the way Ilya’s hands were cold the entire time he was there, hadn’t seen through the screen the way Ilya dropped eight pounds in three weeks, hadn’t kept time when there were twenty hours in Ilya’s day instead of something closer to sixteen. Or, on the flip side, for the week or two after, when there had been approximately ten conscious hours in a day.

    It was one thing to see something. It was another to feel it in your hands.

    Ilya and Shane are so, so happy for their first year married. They’re playing in Ottawa together, they’re fucking winning, they’re together and out.

    So now, after a year, Ilya should be fine. He should be great. He should not be flinching at small noises or nearly punching people off the clock or feeling like he’s drowning whenever he’s not on the ice.

    Or: Ilya Rozanov, meet your PTSD.

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    29 Jun 2026