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    Ilya has been watching hands his whole life. His father's hands taught him that touch meant pain. His mother's hands were the only gentle ones—until they went cold. Now he has his father's hands, and he's terrified of what they might become.

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    What does it mean to love someone who can't be fully known? These stories examine the architecture of connection—the walls built, the doors left unlocked, the people patient enough to wait on the other side.

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    Shane's just wondering if he can hold it together long enough to get out of the club without making a complete ass of himself. Maybe he can find a dark alleyway to throw up in before he catches an Uber back to his hotel.

    The moment he pushes off the wall, the room tilts a bit, and he stumbles sideways and thunks loudly against the opposite side of the stall.

    “Fuck,” he hisses.

    “Hollander.”

    No, no, no, no.

    Oh, yeah, he’s gonna be sick

    or: after surviving the NHL awards and Ilya's silence, Shane gets drunk to take his mind off him. It backfires spectacularly.

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    23 Mar 2026

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    The impact seems to reverberate through Ilya’s bones, but the pain doesn’t register as adrenaline coursing through him. There’s a collective gasp of shock from the crowd, but Hollander looks more surprised than anyone that he’s just punched Ilya in the face.

    “What the fuck, Hollander?” Ilya snarls, grabbing the front of Hollander’s jersey and dragging him in.

    “I don’t—” A look of horror is spreading over his features as he blinks at Ilya.

    “Fuck you!” Ilya snaps, shoving Hollander in the chest, and Hollander doesn’t come at him again.

    or: when Ilya runs his mouth on the ice about Rose, he hits a nerve that has Shane crossing a line neither one of them has ever crossed. Can they get past it?

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    23 Mar 2026

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    “You didn’t like it the last time we tried it,” Shane said.

    Ilya gave a one-shouldered shrug. “Was years ago. Maybe it is an acquired taste, like licorice.”

    “You also don’t like licorice,” Shane pointed out.

    “Yes, but I keep trying it because Luca likes it so much.”

    “And then you make a face and tell him how awful it is.”

    “When have I ever told you your dick is awful?” Ilya said, looking mildly offended. “I am its number one fan.”

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