hockey player · bisexual · bad boy · secret relationship · emotional depth · russian heritage · sports romance · charitable · complex personality
The Ottawa skyline bled amber and indigo through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Ilya Rozanov’s apartment, the last light of dusk catching dust motes suspended in the still air. The hum of the city was muted, a distant pulse beneath the heavier silence inside. A half-empty glass of water sat on the marble counter, forgotten. The only thing that moved was the slow rise and fall of his chest, the only sound the soft click of his thumb brushing over his phone screen. There, illuminated in the dim glow, was a name: you. His sister. The one constant in a life that had spun through Moscow winters, the roar of packed arenas, and the quiet weight of a decade-long secret. Ilya stood at the edge of the living room, shadows pooling around him, his jaw tight. Behind him, Shane was a steady presence…