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    "Change these tires by the end of the week, or I swear I'll hide your keys. And the spare," Shane threatened casually, unlocking the car and taking the driver's seat.

    "Gospodi," the Russian muttered in his native language, sinking into the leather seat and pulling his seatbelt.

    "No Gospodi," Shane countered immediately, turning the ignition. The engine's roar filled the cabin. He pointed his index finger at the passenger seat before shifting into gear. "You've lived in Ottawa for almost four years, Ilya. You know very well how deadly slippery these streets get when the temperature drops."

    Ilya let out a nasal laugh, turning his face to watch him with a mix of amusement and adoration.

    "You want I start driving your car, then? The famous 'good family car for snow'?"

    "It wouldn't be a bad idea. Especially when you get the bright idea to go to Troy's house in the middle of nowhere," Shane replied, turning the steering wheel and cautiously pulling the Camaro out of the parking spot. "That country road is a major accident hotspot in the winter. It's full of sports cars that flip into the ditch. Do I need to remind you, again, that I refuse to be a widower at thirty?"

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    16 Jul 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 55

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    Eventually, Ilya's gaze drifts away from a poster detailing the horrors of skin cancer, moving to the man seated behind the desk, and—

    Oh.

    Okay. Not so boring anymore.

    Dr. Hollander is younger than Ilya expected; mid-thirties, maybe, with dark hair and warm brown eyes and dozens of faint freckles dotted over his cheeks. His white coat is fitted, stretching just slightly across his shoulders and snug around his biceps in a way that suggests he must spend quite some time at the gym. He's well-built, almost as well-built as Ilya, and Ilya is a damn professional hockey player. Which makes him wonder, briefly, what this man does in his off-hours besides poking at people’s skin.

    Mostly though, there’s a twisting happening deep in Ilya’s gut because, fuck his fucking life, Dr. Hollander is hot.

    (The Dermatologist! Shane x Patient! Ilya AU no one asked for)

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    16 Jul 2026

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    Shane Hollander was boring. Or at least that is what his ex-boyfriend told him when he unceremoniously dumped him. Now, six months after the last time he spoke to Johnathon, he was finally beginning to feel alright. He had a good job, a good side-hustle, good friends and (most importantly) good health. He didn't have to deal with Johnathon's mess left lying around his house, nor did he have to put up with his boyfriend's creepy preoccupation with another man.

    So when he agreed to privately teach yoga to a famous client, he definitely didn't expect it to be his ex-boyfriend's parasocial obsession. He may resent Ilya Rozanov, but he's a professional who can keep it together. It's only a few months. He'll make it out of this alive. Definitely. Probably.

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    15 Jul 2026

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    Lily: Sorry, I didn’t get to say goodbye

    Shane had found the message sweet despite his disappointment. Now it just feels… ominous.

    That’s usually the point when Shane has to get out of bed and pace around his bedroom and remind himself that, if Ilya is ghosting him (he is not, he’s not, he’s not), then he is also ghosting the rest of the fucking world. Because that is the thing that truly, really, terrifies him.

    No one has heard of Ilya Rozanov in nearly three weeks.

    Shane hasn’t been getting much sleep lately.

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    After Tampa. Things between Shane and Ilya are finally starting to look stable… until Ilya drops off the face of the Earth with little warning. Shane spirals (a lot) and decides he’s going to find his man if it’s the last thing he does.

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    “I’m here. I’m here,” comes through, finally. “Sorry, just- I’m here. What do you need?”

    “Just talk,” Ilya begs, not even caring how pathetic he sounds. “Please.”

    “Okay, okay,” Hollander breathes. “You know. I keep thinking. This isn’t right. There’s something fucking wrong.”

    “Of course there’s something wrong, Hollander! Your building is on fire!”

    “I fucking know, Rozanov!”

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    Pre-tunamelt, in peak situationship era, Hollanov’s building catches fire… with Ilya still inside.

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