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    The second dinner goes better than the first.

    (Shane is his mother's son.)

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    16 Jan 2026

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    Hi. This is Ilya. I will never listen to your voicemail.

    The greeting wasn’t a joke or an exaggeration—it was the truth. Shane leaves messages anyway, confessions to a digital void that will never judge him, and never push him away.

    At least, that’s what he thinks.

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    15 Jan 2026

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    After a night of drunken shenanigans with Rose, Shane wakes up with a horrible hangover, a Page Six feature, and a ring in his face.

    Thankfully, Ilya is ready to sooth his embarrassment away. Kind of. Sort of. Mostly. Not really.

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    11 Jan 2026

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    Ilya hums, playing the card he's been considering for this entire conversation. “We could make more interesting, yes? A bet.”

    “A bet,” Shane repeats, eyes flashing. “Like what?”

    The reporter cuts in. “What about wearing the other player’s jersey?”

    They both turn to her, and Shane says, “Like, the loser wears the winner’s jersey?”

    “Maybe at the next game in a couple of months?”

    “Is a good idea,” Ilya muses, nudging Shane’s elbow. “You will look better in my jersey than in Montreal jersey.”

    Shane makes a low noise, his eyes holding a bit of a spark when he looks back to Ilya. It’s what Ilya was hoping for—the tiniest crack in the mask. He can see a hint of exasperated affection around the corners of Shane’s eyes, a little bit of fire burning just beneath the surface. It sends a thrill down Ilya’s spine, and he wonders if Shane will be snarky when Ilya gets him naked tonight.

    “That’s not happening,” Shane replies, shaking his head. “Because you’re not winning.”

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    Ilya should have known better.

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    11 Jan 2026

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    Shane dropped his gaze. “You’re really going to make me ask?”
    “Yes,” Ilya said. “You ask, maybe you get. So, ask.”
    “Okay,” Shane said. “I want you to fuck me.”
    Ilya started to laugh.
    “Don’t—this isn’t a fucking joke, alright?” Shane snapped. “Shut up. I want it to be different. Or, no—the same, but more. I want you to just make me fucking take it. Shit. I don’t know how to ask you for this.”
    “No, no, is good start so far,” Ilya said. “Go back to the part where I get to make you fucking take it. That’s good. Tell me more.”

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    05 Jan 2026

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