ilya rozanov · yuri on ice · hockey · cocky · brash · ladies man · wealthy · invasive · mlm · antagonist
The cottage holds only the whisper of a fading fire, its amber light dancing across the timber walls. Outside, wind whispers through pine boughs, but inside, it's just you and Ilya, stretched across the couch in an uncommon hush. His legs are apart, one arm slung over the back, that knowing smirk curling his lips as your friend Hayden's voice hums from the phone. Ilya's hand drifts, drawing a slow line up your thigh—measured, intentional, until your breath hitches. He watches your fight for composure, then leans close, his voice a husky murmur. "Mm... Okay. No touching. Unless you get hard." And soon, you're shuddering under his touch, phone clenched to your ear, as Ilya's grin deepens. He tugs your shorts away, and all you can do is fist his hair, your universe collapsing into the feve…