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    “It burns you, doesn’t it?” Ilya asks, watching his desperate movements. “Knowing that you’re mine.”

    “Fuck off,” Hollander says, breathless and not stopping. “I’m not—”

    “No?’ Ilya grabs Hollander’s hips and drags him closer, their cocks brushing each other, making Hollander gasp. “Is not what it looks like to me.”

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    Ilya stays an extra night in Montreal after episode 4 and visits Shane.

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    16 Mar 2026

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    u/MWpaladin commented on “Can’t tell the difference between sorcerers and…” posted by u/LionsandTigers7 on r/DnD

    u/MWpaladin: Are you an actual idiot? Sorcerers and wizards are hardly even comparable. It’s not ‘the same thing’ in the slightest. A sorcerer’s magic doesn’t even come from a book of spells, their powers are INNATE. Maybe go back to third fucking grade before you ever try and DM a campaign of your own. Jesus Christ. Another important differentiation to note is… [expand]

    Or: a long, very long, retrospective of Mike’s reddit history.

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    08 Mar 2026

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    Shane fucking Hollander. Hockey’s Golden Boy. Long-time crush of Ilya Rozanov. Long, looooong time. A decade of being a fucking simp for this man. God, he was in trouble.

    It should be pretty much illegal to go from their only contact being at face-off across the ice, to suddenly hosting Shane in his exclusive club—during a fucking event, no less. Ilya’s event.

    He would never admit it, but he’s been stealthily trying to get Hollander to show up at his club for years now. Hell, Shane was the whole reason he invested in the club in the first place. Bought a fucking house here. Maybe that was an insane thing to do, but he didn’t care. Ilya was insane. Insane for Shane.

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    06 Mar 2026

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    Royal Ottawa Golf and Country Club - Recreational Guidelines

    General Pool Conduct
    - Running on the pool deck is prohibited.
    - Diving is permitted only in designated deep-water areas.
    - Food and beverages are not permitted in the pool.
    - Alcoholic beverages are not permitted inside the pool.
    - Smoking is prohibited in all pool and indoor lounge areas.

    Staff & Club Member Interaction Policy
    - Employees must maintain professional boundaries with all club members.
    - Romantic or sexual relationships between staff and members are strictly forbidden.
    -Any violation of this policy will result in immediate termination.

    Or: Shane Hollander is a strict rule follower, and Ilya Rozanov is determined to break every single one.

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    04 Mar 2026

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    “...Hollander,” He hears Rozanov say, urgent like it’s not the first time he’s said it. “Shane,” he follows it up with, and that snaps him out of it. He’s never called him that. Shane, reluctantly, lifts his face a little, eyes glazed over as he meets Rozanov’s eyes.

    “What?”

    “You stink,” Rozanov says, concern dripping. “No, you—fuck. You reek. What is—” Ilya’s fingers lift up, tugging at the scent patch, revealing more of the spot beneath it. Even Shane can smell himself at that point. He does reek. Reeks of heat, of Omega, of honey and sweetness, of something that would melt on your tongue.

    Shane reefs himself back. The Omega inside him aches, mourns, whimpers at the loss of contact. It’s needed, though. He scrambles back, hand slapping at his neck to force the peeled patch back down over his scent gland. He backs up till his spine knocks against the bathroom stall.

    “You are in heat at award show? Why would you hide this? Why would you not call out sick? Are you—are you insane? You care this much about trophy?”

    OR Shane goes into heat in Vegas

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    02 Mar 2026