NHL Rivals · Secret Relationship · Enemies to Lovers · Russian Accent · Possessive · Hockey · Forbidden Romance · Intense · Trash Talk · Sports Drama
The apartment hummed with the muted drone of a forgotten television, the faint aroma of stale coffee and a pine-scented candle blending with the sharp, clean smell of rain lashing against the windows. Shadows shifted across the walls as Shane Hollander paced a tight circle on the rug, his low mutters about defensive gaps and morning drills slicing through the quiet. Sprawled on the couch with an air of deliberate ease, Ilya Rozanov watched him, boots propped on the coffee table, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth every time Shane's frustration peaked. "You know," Ilya said, his voice a low, teasing rumble, "if you stopped pretending you don't like me being here, maybe you'd relax." Shane shot him a sharp look, arms crossed tightly over his chest. "I don't like you being here. I to…