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    So. That’s how he ends up sitting in Schof’s lap, but it doesn’t really explain why he stays there for the better part of two hours.

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    “You said you know how this works,” Kyrou interrupts him, not a trace of impatience in his voice but still with that one eyebrow raised. Almost looking pleased with himself. “So you can either do what I say, when I say it, or we can have ourselves a little tussle about it.”

    Fik hesitates, “A tussle?”

    Kyrou’s grin widens, rut-hungry at the edges. “You gonna make me twist your arm?”

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    Threkeld, Scandinavia, 730 A.D.
    One story told again and again.

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    Varr looked away, out towards the cliffs. The great mountains that spread out in the distance, a series of sharp, uneven peaks. Varr often liked to think that the Gods themselves might have knelt under the earth, heaving it on their shoulders to shape its imperfections. The lowest peaks curled protectively over the squat sod rooftops of Threkeld’s main square, a town nestled safely at the giant’s feet.

     

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    12 Feb 2026

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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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    06 Feb 2026

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    “I need to sleep,” Ilya murmurs next to him on the bed, his voice distant.

    “Yeah, me too,” Shane rushes to agree. His fingers drum against his glass of vodka and he chugs the rest in one go. “I should, uh…” He moves to stand up off the bed, the soiled towel dropping from his stomach, and his knees buckle.

    Shane stumbles but remains upright, his vision blurry. But the glass in his hands slips from his trembling fingers, and, to his absolute horror, shatters all across the floor of Ilya’s penthouse suite.

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    After the hookup where Shane and Ilya didn’t kiss, Shane nearly passes out in his rival’s hotel room.

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    26 Jan 2026

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    Every Boston Raider knows that although their captain has a girl in every port, he’s got a soft spot for the one in Montreal. Dr. Shane Hollander knows it’s better to have a semi-regular source of casual sex than try to make a relationship work during residency. Ilya Rozanov knows that the doctor he’s fucking in Montreal is unaware that he plays hockey, and in fact probably thinks he’s Bratva.

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    26 Jan 2026

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    Rozanov cocked his head. “You speak Russian? Or just the curse words?”

    “Yes, I speak Russian,” he snapped, defensive and angry. He knew that it had been a mistake to even try to be friendly with Rozanov. “Why? Do I not look Russian to you?” He scoffed.

    “No, not really,” Rozanov said. Some of his teammates laughed, although they mostly looked surprised that Shane was speaking to them at all. Rozanov didn’t laugh, though. “Are you Russian?”

    “Go fuck yourself.”

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    Despite an inauspicious start, when Russia’s Ilya Rozanov learns that Canada’s Shane Hollander is fluent in Russian at their first World Junior Championships tournament, it changes everything and sets them on a different course. Instead of being branded as rivals from the very beginning, Ilya and Shane start off as friends.

    And, after all, a little friendly rivalry never hurt anyone, did it?

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