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    At the base of Shane Hollander’s throat is a dark red hickey. It’s fresh, no more than a day or two old, stark and striking against his otherwise unblemished skin.

    Ilya feels possessed.

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    Shane shows up to the Montreal vs Boston game in ep4 with a hickey. Ilya takes it about as well as you'd expect.

    (In which they're definitely hatefucking because they definitely hate each other and definitely don't feel anything else towards each other. Don't worry. Nothing to see here. Especially not any tenderness or love. Nope.)

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    “Shane…”

    “Who the fuck do you think you’re calling Shane?”

    “Sweetheart,” Ilya corrects, tilting his head down against Shane’s grip on his hair to try to catch his lips. “Please.”

    “I can do everything she can,” Shane says. “But you’ve been a bit too naughty today. I’m tying you up first.”

    “Oh, no,” Ilya says, voice going high and breathy. “That’s terrible.”

    Or - The jealous Shane/pathetic top Ilya fic where Shane makes Ilya beg for it

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    30 Mar 2026

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    And suddenly, filling his entire screen, Rozanov was grinning into the camera with a row of bloody teeth. His lip was split. When he wiped his mouth with the back of his bare hand, it came away streaked with red. He spat the rest onto the ice with an awful smile and a wink before getting to his feet.


    Jane: Can you stay in the dressing room?

    Lily: Are you asking or telling?

    Jane: You hate being told what to do.

    Lily: Not when it's you

    Jane: Stay.

    Jane: You looked really fucking good taking that hit.

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    29 Mar 2026

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    The locks on Ilya’s car clicked, and he waited for Shane to look up at him. “Get in,” he ground out between clenched teeth.

    Shane was hardwired to follow Ilya’s every command. It was coded into his genetics, he thought, because the deep pull in the pit of his stomach to follow the accented order couldn’t be normal. He hated that part of him that was so willing, so ready to submit. Maybe it could be explained away by some sort of psychological terminology he was unfamiliar with, a desire to relinquish control, to relax and let someone else take the wheel for once in his rigid life.

    And maybe it was just Ilya.

    In Episode 4, Shane leaves the nightclub with Rose. In the book, he leaves alone.

    But what if he had left with Ilya instead?

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    28 Mar 2026

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    “What does it matter to you?” Shane grit his teeth together. “You’re not my keeper, Rozanov. I can do what I like.”

    “No, Hollander.” Ilya’s voice was firm, and his grip tightened so fiercely it hurt. Like he wanted his fingers to sink right through Shane’s skin, for their bones to meld together. “You fight me. Only me.”

    “You’re jealous,” Shane breathed, the truth finally dawning on him.

    Or, a jealous Ilya rage baits Shane through extensive, longitudinal psychological warfare. It works, of course. They fight it out.

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    25 Mar 2026