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    “It's a sticker Hollander,” Rozanov says, arms crossed over his chest and it takes all of Shane’s willpower to keep the annoyance in his face directed at Rozanov and not looking down at where his arms are pulling tight across his chest.

    “Do you need glasses to see it better?”

    Shane huffs in exasperation before moving to turn around, mirroring Rozanov's stance and hitting him with a look.

    “I know it’s a sticker asshole. Why is it on my face?”
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    Ilya buys a little book of stickers and shane maybe looses his mind.

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    13 Feb 2026

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    So cute omg

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    Ilya glances at Shane, at the way the dying light is catching in his hair, refracting. At that spiderlily mouth, slightly open and curling coyly, two teeth peeked through the dark gap like an American Girl doll. At that shoulder, bare and pale and close enough to touch if Ilya just leaned forward, if he just reached out and took another liberty.

    To touch another person is to say: I know you will die, and I am doing this anyway.

    His mother used to say something like this. About painting.

    Every portrait is an act of faith, Ilyushenka. Faith and futility both.

    contrary to personal preference, ilya gets a roommate.

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    11 Feb 2026

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    Oh my god

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    The morning after Shane's heat breaks, he wakes up in an empty bed with a deep, throbbing mark on his neck and a text on his phone from Ilya that says, I am sorry. We should break the bond.

    Or, a bite in Vegas ruins everything, for a while.

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    07 Feb 2026

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     “Yes, you’d fucking like that wouldn’t yo—,” The blonde cuts himself off, washcloth now discarded somewhere on the floor, hands slide up the length of Shane’s back, and stop to rest at the top of his shoulders. Ilya squeezes lightly before bending down to press a kiss right below the other man’s ear. “What the fuck did you just say?”

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    07 Feb 2026

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    He wanted to bury his face in the juncture between his neck and shoulder, to breathe in the smell of him, to touch his skin and give him everything that he could. He wanted to give to him until there was nothing left, until Shane had disappeared into him forever.

    “Look at me,” Ilya’s voice was quiet, but Shane obeyed immediately, his eyes fuzzy at the corners, “How are you feeling?”

    Shane intended to lie. There was no reason to complicate things with hard truths that not even he understood. Instead, his lip wobbled, and he found that he couldn’t say anything at all.

    “Ah,” Ilya made a noise that sounded nearly as devastated as Shane felt, and put a hand on the back of his neck, pulling him forward. Shane went easily, his forehead pressing into Ilya’s shoulder, and breathing deeply through his nose, trying not to cry.

    Or, Shane drops after leaving Ilya's house.

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    07 Feb 2026