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    “Holy shit, dude,” Hayden whispers, too loudly, as he pulls Shane away. “No way you were just talking to Ilya Rozanov.”

    “Uh, yeah. We just met. Wait, did he lie to me?” Shane asks, looking back over his shoulder where Ilya is now standing next to a short but very muscular woman with long black hair. “What does he play?”

    Hayden stops, so Shane does too.

    “You don’t know who that was?” 

    Shane makes a face that says ‘no shit’, and waits for an answer. 

    “Dude. You are so innocent. Ilya Rozanov, ‘Russia’s Greatest Love Machine’?” Hayden says, like it’s obvious. 

    Shane looks at him blankly, and then Hayden laughs. Not like, a chuckle. He full on cackles, bending over like he can’t even contain it. “Man, he’s like prolific.”

    “At what?” Shane snaps, because he’s getting really sick of not being in on the joke. 

    “He’s a porn star, man.” 

    “A-” Shane says, swallowing thickly. “What?” 

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    Ilya is a porn star, Shane is a hockey player, and their paths cross.

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    12 Jan 2026

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    Rozanov posts on Instagram a lot. Not on his feed, but his stories.

    Every time he lands in a city, he posts a story. Usually it's just back of his seat, or sometimes the view out the window—on the tarmac, never anything exciting, one of just many cities their lives are broken up into—and a location tag. Low effort.

    It’s pretty obvious what it is. Guys laugh about it, call it Rozanov’s Fuck Signal. The easiest way to get the hot girls who follow him to slide into his DMs.

    Easy pussy.

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    11 Jan 2026

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    “Who’s my pretty girl?”

    It never fails to get a giggle out of Will. Pretty girl. It never sounds like a mockery when it comes out of Mike’s mouth. It never feels out of place—never feels like a mockery.

    It erases all the bullying and abuse related to this side of him. The truest side of him. It undoes years of repression and fear. Just like that.

    “It’s me,” Will sniffles, a smile on his face.

    Winter hurts. Winter heals.

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    11 Jan 2026

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    He’s got him memorized. The outlines of him, every speck of green in his eyes and every mole on his body. Has become painfully aware that other people notice him, too. Other alphas.

    God, Mike could rip them in half.

    Scenes from a rut.

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    07 Jan 2026

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    Finn would rather eat shards of glass than let Noah walk away from him, than let Noah continue to give his divine body and soul to worthless nobodies who shouldn't even be allowed to breathe in his vicinity. Finn would also rather eat shards of glass than admit those things out loud, because what would he be without his walls up, without his soul heavily guarded? He doesn't allow his thoughts to stray that far.

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    07 Jan 2026