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Shane never knew when it was going to happen, and he liked that. A lot. Ilya liked it, too. Coming up behind him to place a loose hand around Shane’s throat, laughing at the way his breath stuttered and eyelids slotted together. And then he would pull away, do something mundane, like reach for mustard in the fridge, like Shane wasn’t standing there, buzzing like a bee.
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29 Mar 2026