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    Shane had agreed readily. Yes, he wanted. To be hunted by a stranger with twenty dogs and a knife on his belt. To see him again. To find the source of the squirming thing in his chest and bring it to light.

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    Shane lowers his voice. “I didn’t think you were serious about that.”

    “Yes, you did.” Rozanov has a way of talking that makes it feel like he has more teeth than a normal person. How a shark has two rows so that a second always snags you, scrapes off the perfect amount to swallow you whole just when you think you’ve survived the first. “When am I not serious about you, Hollander?”

    or: Shane wants to see exactly how they fit together.

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    03 Jun 2026

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    Bodies are easy, warm, and solid, not hazy like memories. Ilya likes his: likes how it looks, how strong it is, how fast it can go. What he likes even more is watching it collide with others: on the ice, in the club, on rumpled sheets of nondescript hotel rooms. Like a vulture addicted to flesh, Ilya circles the periphery of danger, searching for warmth, hooking his sharp claws into anything that touches. If sometimes those things leave him ravenous, so be it. He’s never one to beg again.

    Ilya moved to Ottawa for Shane. This is him in his first real relationship.

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    02 Jun 2026

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    “You are…” Ilya licked his bloodied teeth and tried to remember the word. “Squeamish?”

    “No,” Hollander said. His eyes were still so wide, tracing over Ilya’s bruised face like searchlights. “Fuck. Just—”

    He stepped back, stumbling a little on socked feet, and jerked his head at the doorway. Get in.

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    01 Jun 2026

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    The only trick is to have no fear, and even less fear than that the more trouble one is in. Ilya cannot teach that to a man who has directed his energies into becoming, not like a saint, but like a painting of a saint, all dripping in symbolism: the way the robe drapes here, yes, that is on purpose, and the angle of the light, the patron’s face in the crowd, the instrument of the martyrdom in his hand and the fruit in the bowl on the table, all arranged except when—

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    31 May 2026