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Shane Hollander was in their shared livingroom, crying.
Crying over what? His stupid ass dipshit of a boyfriend who could not help but pick him apart piece by piece, then leave him all alone, broken.
And Ilya Rozanov? He was the one comforting him, putting him back together like how his boyfriend should've been.
“Don’t cry, красивый, don’t cry because of him.. You are so pretty when you cry, he does not deserve to be the cause of your tears” and then Ilya tilts Shane’s chin up, so the two are making eye contact, and Shane’s eyes widened ever so slightly, his cheeks burned. He knew his face was pink.
The way Ilya was looking down at him like he was the only person in the world, like he was precious. Fuck, no one had ever made him feel so, special? Maybe? With just his eyes, it was so beautiful, so endearing.
Shane lost himself in Ilyas eyes, forgetting why they were even there in the first place.
Or;
Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov were dormmatesShane Hollanders boyfriend is a bum ass bitch and treats Shane horribly
Ilya Rozanov hates Shane Hollanders stupid boyfriend,
Ilya could treat Shane so much better.
He will treat Shane better.