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    Shane didn’t like to think of himself as vain, but he was looking at a personal grooming train wreck. This was not the man who had been the face of a Russian cologne Shane couldn’t pronounce no matter how many times Ilya repeated it to him. This guy had a hideous mustache that belonged on a porn star from the 1980s and a haircut that wouldn’t be out of place in a Billy Ray Cyrus music video.

    “Oh my fucking god,” Shane breathed, distraught. “What did you do?!”

    Ilya comes home from a road trip with a new look. Set during the Role Model season.

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    07 Oct 2026

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    Ilya's always been so controlled with his scent. It only ever slips free in moments of heightened emotions on the rink or tangled in his sheets. Shane feels it begin to curl around him now where he sits in Ilya’s lap, his arms wrapped snug around the man's broad shoulders.

    Shane gently cups Ilya’s head and brings it to his neck, exhaling shakily as the Alpha nuzzles against his skin.

    “Ilya, let go,” Shane tilts his head back, “Let go…Alpha.”

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    An abo retelling of the Tampa Bay hotel room scene after the All Stars game.

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    05 Oct 2026

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    “Happy Valentine’s Day,” Harris says, holding out a card.

    “Feels wrong to be taking a gift from another man,” Ilya quips, but takes it anyway. “What is this? ILY-a lot.” He stares at the card for a long time, jaw set and brows drawing together, before shaking his head. “I don’t get it.”

    “Read it again, but slower.”

    “ILY-a. Lot.” Ilya pauses, tilting his head and rereading it like the answer might appear if he tries hard enough. “I still don’t get it.”

    Harris opens his mouth to explain—a bit annoyed at the idea of having to walk Ilya through the joke—when Shane steps in from the ice, breathless and a bit sweaty, clearly not paying attention as he fiddles with his gear.

    “Hollander,” Ilya says immediately. “What does ILY mean?”

    Shane blinks. “I love you?”

    “Yes, I know you love me. But what does it mean?”

    or: it’s February 14, and the Ottawa Centaurs’ question of the day comes in the form of custom-made Valentine’s cards for the players (some good, some not so much).

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    03 Oct 2026

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    02 Oct 2026

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    All Shane wanted was a nice, peaceful Sunday. Unfortunately, the pitfalls of marrying a reformed Slavic fuck boy remain by and large.

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    “You’re the worst,” Shane informs him, after they finally hang up. “First, you cheat on me. Four times! Then, you tried to blackmail a senior citizen. And then, you cast me aside for a dog?”

    He swings his leg over Ilya’s hip until they’re pulled flush together, Shane straddling his lap. “I want a divorce,” he declares huffily.

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    02 Oct 2026