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Shane Hollander and Ilya Rosanov are completely and utterly in love. They cuddle for hours in bed, when they have the chance, cook meals for each other and compete over anything and everything. It's almost shocking that only one person has ever discoverd their secret in 12 years of a relationship, but they have gotten very good at hiding.
But i suppose, nothing does stay hidden forever.
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Shane can hear fans screeching voices as he races towards the goal, and his ears are ringing from the thrill of the game. Glancing to his left, he can see a boston player is neck and neck, mere centimetres away from the puck,and he grins.
Whoever this rookie is, they are most certainly not a match for THE Shane Hollander, especially not when Ilya is watching. Even after they got together, the pair could not shake their competitive edge, dragging it into every aspect of their lives, hockey and otherwise. Also, he has an entire night with Ilya and he is not spending the entirety being mocked for his loss!
He should have stayed focused. Because the next thing Shane registers is being absolutely rammed into the boards, his head cracking against the glass with a sickening smack. Groaning, he glances up at the player, who is grinning at him menacingly, clearly feeling no shame whatsoever. Shane reaches out to steady himeself, a wave of nausea suddenly hitting him like a brick wall. Finding nothing but empty space, he slides grimly down he boards, distantly registering a warm feeling travelling down his neck and someone calling his name, but he cannot find it in himself to care very much, and he willingly succumbs to the darkness.