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    Ilya: I think Shane is going to break up with me.

    Bood: I’m sorry…what?

    Hayes: You think Shane Hollander is going to break up with you?
    Hayes: Shane Hollander.
    Hayes: The Shane Hollander who learned Russian for you?

    Bood: The Shane Hollander who drives back and forth from Montreal any chance he gets to see you?

    Barrett: The Shane Hollander who started a charity with you and named it after your mother?

    Bood: The Shane Hollander who just generally puts up with you and seems mostly happy about it?

    Ilya: It does boggle the mind.
    Ilya: But yes, I’m almost certain of it.

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    21 Jun 2026

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    “But…” Ilya stalls out. He conjures his sun’s face: the soft curve of skin where the corner of his eye becomes the sweep of his cheekbone, the stubble that clings to the soft end of his chin, the strong and even line of his eyebrows. “Solnyshko,” Ilya says. “It means sun, yes, but… it’s like a pet name. Sunshine. Honey. I’m calling you my sun.”

    This is mortifying in English. Christ, he should never have started this conversation. He should have shaken Shane off when he had the chance. Even as Ilya thinks this, he knows he could not have done it. He cannot deny Shanyshko anything. That has always been the problem between them. What a terrifying, awesome, horrible problem to have. Ilya would like to have this problem for the rest of his life.

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    or, Ilya and Shane talk about their love, their lives.

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    21 Jun 2026

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    The first time they’d done this, in Ilya’s bed, Shane had been mystified at Rozanov’s insistence that he not enter the nest without Shane’s permission. Now, Shane feels something akin to smugness flexing its claws in his chest. A primal satisfaction at the rightness that he is the one with the power - at present, if not for much longer - alpha just outside the nest and at his mercy.

    Like Shane will only yield for someone who has earned it. He can draw out Ilya’s suffering just a little longer, make him earn it.

    Shane rakes his gaze over the delicious chest and bicep muscles bunching above the edge of the nest. “Waiting for something, Rozanov?”

    “Are you going to let me into your nest, omega?” His pronunciation of the endearment is more Russian than English, accent thickening around the syllables.

    “Depends. You gonna give me your knot?”

    “Hm, does not sound like begging yet to me.”

    Some months after Shane recovers from rejection sickness in Ilya's bed, they share their heat/rut together at the cottage, both clinging to the delusion it's still casual.

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    12 Jun 2026

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    It's not the first time Ilya has found himself further away from his mate than he wants to be. It's almost nostalgic at this point, walking away from the rest of his team at the hotel bar so he can video call Hollander before bed.

    But it's never been harder. Because it's not just Shane he's left behind in Ottawa. It's their pup too.

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    07 Jun 2026

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    For a moment, Shane feels as if he is wrapped in warmth, soft and silken. It muffles his thoughts, blurs his vision, heavies his limbs. The only points of his body he feels a sort of dim awareness of are those where he can feel Rozanov’s touch against him: All of those small points of contact – a hand cradling his cheek, the other pressed against his waist, his chest against Rozanov’s, the tips of their shoes nudging and their breath mingling. With every inhale, there’s a brush of sea salt and pine against his nose, and Shane feels himself sinking further and further down into it.
    Rozanov’s voice is still muddled when he registers it again.
    “Hollander?” he asks, sounding so genuinely concerned that Shane leans further into him, a puffed exhale from between his lips brushing over Rozanov’s shoulder.
    “We didn’t even kiss,” he says then, out loud, finally, because the proximity and dizzying cotton have cloyed his brain.

    OR: Shane sends that text after leaving Rozanov’s hotel room in Vegas.

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