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  1. Public Bookmark 53

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    This little corner of the world, he thought, had always been his. His shell. His locked rooms. The place he'd built to contain the parts of himself he never let anyone see, the parts that didn't belong anywhere else. The only space where he'd allowed himself to be soft, to be slow, to be a fleshbag capable of hurts and wants.

    It was his body, this cottage. And Ilya had made himself at home in every room.

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    04 Sep 2026

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    “What videos, Ilya?” David asked, his tone laced with concern, but Ilya couldn’t deal with that right now. He was never putting his phone on Do Not Disturb again.

    He had more notifications than when he’d checked it at the gym. Transactions made with the card from their shared account, alerts to change Shane's email passwords. Shit, shit, shit.

    “Ilya…” David said again, more demanding this time, making him finally look up.

    Videos of us that are going to make you look at me differently. Videos that might make you hate me. Videos that could ruin everything.

    His throat went dry.

    And maybe… send me to prison.

     

    or When Shane’s phone is stolen and he ends up in the hospital, Ilya has to deal with his severely injured husband, and with videos that could leak and change their lives forever. The video Pike had accidentally leaked years ago would be child’s play in comparison.

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    30 Aug 2026

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    Nobody moves for a moment as Shane stares the woman down, and he’s seconds away from sawing the damn thing off himself, when the woman nods to the men surrounding the hybrid. And then there’s a flurry of movement, a clicking sound and then the men stand back to reveal Ilya in his bare faced glory, unobstructed by the muzzle.

    Shane takes him in, inhaling softly at the sharp cheekbones, the moles dusted over his face, the pillowy lips that are set in a firm, displeased line. Shane wonders how big his fangs are. If he was a fighter, they must have been sharpened regularly.

    Shane doesn’t want to think about the damage this wall of a hybrid had inflicted on others, the damage he could inflict on Shane. The hybrid stares at him, expression hard to determine but the intensity of it has Shane holding back a shiver. He’s staring at Shane like he can see every thought inside of him, calculating. As if they were on opposing sides of a ring, ready for the bell to chime and for Ilya to go in for the kill.

    Shane gets roped into fostering a troublesome hybrid with a bad track record. Except what begins as a cordial arrangement turns into something much more complicated.

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    04 Aug 2026

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    The second time Shane Hollander wakes up on November 16th, he has a panic attack.

    The problem is — he tries to explain through gasped breaths after Hayden basically knocks down his door, shouting that they’re going to miss their flight — the thing is, Shane’s already woken up on November 16th. He’s already flown to Boston. He’s already been to practice, and he’s checked into the hotel, and he has lived this day before.

    He doesn’t mention that he’s also already fucked Ilya Rozanov twice and had a fucking tuna melt that Rozanov made and drank the ginger ale that Rozanov bought specifically for him. He doesn’t mention that they’d snuggled on the couch watching TV like some kind of couple, like boyfriends.

    He doesn’t mention that he fell asleep thinking about how Ilya — fuck, no, thinking about how Rozanov had called him sweetheart and Shane, and that, even now, he can’t quite get the cadence of Ilya’s voice out of his head.

    Or: After the tuna melt fiasco, Shane Hollander wakes up in a time loop.

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    31 Jul 2026

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    Scent patches were mandatory for anyone participating in World Junior's, but a lot of the Russian guys Shane saw in the hotel or around the rink had them loosely attached to their necks or not quite centered over their scent gland. Shane had been on his way to his parents' car when the wind shifted, and he smelled that Rozanov, leaning against the wall and not-at-all-surreptitiously fishing a carton of cigarettes out of his pocket, must have been one of them.

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