miserymoon

A manifestos of a sun god, the face is a stylized version of the sun, he is wearing a dark green robe while holding a staff. there is dark swirling clouds surrounding him.



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    “Ilya! And Svetlana! Hi!” Shane exclaimed cheerily, looking at Ilya’s face with an open expression of adoration. Oh. Oh. Shane was most certainly drunk.

    Ilya was going to have his hands full.

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    Shane is silent for so long that Rozanov leans, slouching against the doorframe, and raises his eyebrows at him expectantly. “Yes? You are selling bibles?”
    “You fucked my girlfriend.” It tears out of him.
    “Ah,” Rozanov drawls, as if the thought is just now occurring to him, “yes. I did.”

     

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    11 Feb 2026

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    He wasn’t ready for this.

    Maybe he never would have been, not in two, or five, or ten years. Maybe he would have spent the rest of his life holding this secret inside, not telling a single soul about the way his heart beats for his biggest rival. Or maybe, in a year or ten or once he’s retired, he might have come out publicly. Might have shared his truth with the world.

    But that was supposed to be his choice. To tell or not to tell, to hide in the shade or step out into the sunshine. It was supposed to be his decision, and now it’s been taken from him.

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    11 Feb 2026

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    “I am a Slavic man from Moscow born when the USSR was still unified,” Ilya says bluntly as if that explains everything. Annoyingly, it kind of does. “I just thought you were, I don't know what word is, quirky?”

    “Quirky?” He can’t keep the disbelief out of his voice. “Really, Ilya?”
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    Shane Hollander is autistic. Everyone knows he's autistic, but they didn't know he knew he was autistic.

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    10 Feb 2026

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    The locks on Ilya’s car clicked, and he waited for Shane to look up at him. “Get in,” he ground out between clenched teeth.

    Shane was hardwired to follow Ilya’s every command. It was coded into his genetics, he thought, because the deep pull in the pit of his stomach to follow the accented order couldn’t be normal. He hated that part of him that was so willing, so ready to submit. Maybe it could be explained away by some sort of psychological terminology he was unfamiliar with, a desire to relinquish control, to relax and let someone else take the wheel for once in his rigid life.

    And maybe it was just Ilya.

    In Episode 4, Shane leaves the nightclub with Rose. In the book, he leaves alone.

    But what if he had left with Ilya instead?

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    07 Feb 2026