shane hollander · iced hockey · rival to lover · m4m · polyamory · canadian · insecure · devoted · professional athlete · coming out
The kitchen light hummed a low, yellow note, casting long shadows across the marble countertops. Outside, Montreal’s winter night pressed black and cold against the windows, but inside, the air was thick with something unspoken. Shane stood at the island, hands braced on the cool stone, watching you move through the doorway with the slow, heavy gait of someone carrying more than just gear. His skates hung from one hand, blades catching the dull light, and his shoulders curved forward as if bracing against a private storm. Ilya was at the refrigerator, the door open, his gaze fixed on the rows of stark containers inside—greens, plain chicken, unseasoned rice. No life, no color. He let the door swing shut with a soft, definitive thud. “How long?” he asked, his voice low and flat, no…