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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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31 Jan 2026
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Media: Here is the goodest most normal boy.
Me: Oh so he’s a lil fucked up, got it. Here he is developing a bruise kink on top of everything else going on.Something’s different, just in general. Like wearing sunglasses, a filter of sorts over everything, but if Shane was in any way honest with himself, he’d know it was more like going without for the first time.
He’s painfully aware of his body these days; how it looks, how it moves, how it responds to… stimuli. And it is responding, lately. His bruises, too: always just there, so used to them they’d barely registered anymore, but recently there’s been a sort of constant hum of them at the edge of his awareness. It’s a layer of input he really doesn’t need right now, busy as he is.
But he’s been woken up. Restless. Needy.
Late in bed, when all his chores are done, fingers travel up to his collarbone, where the newest acquisition is waiting for him.
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25 Jan 2026
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He didn't think about what would come after they had sex. He didn't consider that perhaps once they've fucked, the excitement Ilya was obviously feeling while chasing him would be gone. Because he might not have gotten a reply to any of his texts, but he's pretty sure no answer is still very much an answer and Ilya's just waiting for him to get the fucking hint already.
_________For six months Ilya doesn't reply to any of his texts.
Shane feels hurt and angry and humiliated, but most of all he's annoyed with himself for being so pathetic that the thought of not going back to Ilya disappears the moment Ilya's eyes are on him.Bookmarked by prxtly
23 Jan 2026
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“You and Scott,” Ilya says. “What was the fight about?”
“Nothing serious. Just… shit-talking.”
But Ilya has insulted Hollander on that ice in every way known to man. He has never gotten that under Hollander’s skin, not in the way he wanted to.
He wanted to be the person Hollander got angry at. They were supposed to be the rivals. The two of them. Now tabloids were asking him about his rivalry with fucking Scott Hunter of all people.
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Ilya gets jealous that Shane lost his temper at someone who wasn't him, so he edges Shane about it until he tells him what happened.
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20 Jan 2026
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Shane is the one naked and dripping wet, and he still feels like Ilya is the one who exudes sex. Just standing there, brushing his teeth. When Shane turns off the water, Ilya hands him a towel and then turns around to rinse his mouth with the hotel mouth wash. He leaves the bathroom before Shane is done, and this is the moment where a tiny inkling Shane has ignored all day becomes a full blown suspicion.
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Shane and Ilya are having trouble balancing their very private relationship and their very public lives.
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