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    SHANE: Lily.
    LILY: Hello
    SHANE: Dead to me.
    What the actual fuck?
    LILY: ??
    SHANE: what. The. Hell. Did. You. Do.
    LILY: ahh
    I am in trouble
    Yes?

     
    Or Ilya's teammates add "Jane" to the Boston WAG group chat in the height of their "no, we aren't falling in love, whatever do you mean" era (2014-2016-ish?).

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    26 Jun 2026

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    "Well, then we're going to have to add her to the Raiders' WAGs group," Connor pointed out, tapping his phone against the palm of his hand. "Anyway, what's her name?"

    Ilya swallowed hard. He wanted so badly to tell the truth.

    "Jane," he replied, the lie sliding easily but leaving a bitter taste on his lips.

    "Jane. Classic name. Cool," Cliff approved with a nod. "So, is she hot? I know you're all paranoid about privacy and won't show a picture, but, fuck, tell us at least something about the girl!"

    The "girl" was gorgeous. The most beautiful person Ilya had ever seen in his entire life. The owner of the best laugh, the warmest and firmest hug, the hands that gave the best head scratches. The man with the most addictive kisses, a breathtakingly sculpted body, expressive brown eyes, and, above all, the most wonderful freckles in the world.

    "She has freckles," Ilya murmured, unable to prevent a goofy, lovestruck smile from breaking through his unbothered macho facade.

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    22 Jun 2026

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    "Do you think there's something wrong with me?" Shane broke the silence, lifting his gaze slightly. Ilya frowned and shook his head no immediately. "Ilya... there has to be. These meltdowns or whatever they are aren't normal. I know that."

    "Not being 'normal' doesn't mean you have a problem, Shane," Ilya countered softly, resting his chin against his husband's temple, settling him even closer against his body.

    "I'm sorry..." Shane's voice came out small. His unfocused gaze wandered around the room while his fingers mechanically scratched under Anya's chin. She was now blinking slowly, surrendering to sleep.

    "For what?"

    "It's just..." Shane let out a shaky sigh. "You're the one with depression. I'm the one who should be taking care of you, not the other way around. Having these meltdowns..."

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    19 Jun 2026

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    12 Jun 2026

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    No serious hockey fan or sports commentator worth their salt would have considered record-breaking Boston superstar Ilya Rozanov to be Shane Hollander’s rival exactly, but sleeping with a man who had a specific offense-related vendetta against him and a wrist shot like a jet engine to back it up was probably ill-advised just the same.

    Or, Shane is a goalie. Ilya can’t score.

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    11 Jun 2026