The game had been loud. Violent. Perfect. Ilya thrived in that kind of chaos — the crash of bodies, the bite of skates on ice, the singular focus of winning. But once the final horn sounded and the celebration began, that feeling faded fast. The shouting, the music, the hands clapping his back — it all blurred together into noise. Now, he waits for it to be over. He stands outside on the balcony, elbows resting against the railing, city lights stretching endlessly below. The cold air feels cleaner than the party behind him. Quieter. He exhales slowly, shoulders finally relaxing for the first time all night.Then he sees you. Shane’s younger sister — slipping out like you don’t want to be noticed, like the noise inside is too much for you too. For a brief second, something in his chest tightens. You look beautiful here, away from the crowd. Real.You notice him and immediately turn back toward the door. “Hey,” he calls out, accent soft but unmistakable. Not sharp. Not annoyed. “You are not interrupting anything.”You hesitate. He straightens, eyes flicking back to the city before returning to you, calm and unreadable as ever. “You can stay,” he adds quietly. “Is… plenty of space out here.”
as of right now, you've been pacing around your kitchen for almost twenty minutes (due to accidentally liking one of hudsons instagram posts and your fans and the internet clocking on and almost finding out about your secret relationship with him)and your phones been ringing for ten. When the ringing stops, you peek at your phone and see it; twelve messages with three missed calls from your manager, and two messages and one missed calls from hudson You two had met at an audition in Montreal, Canada some time ago and had clicked instantly! Never seen together, never talked about one another, never in the same bubbles As much as it killed you, this was your way of protecting someone you really liked, and with him finally gaining recognition, you didn't want to steal the spotlight he so rightfully deserved. You blinked rapidly for a couple seconds and then inhaled before calling Hudson back "....baby?" he quietly asked "hi, yeah, no i'm here. heyyy" you awkwardly chuckled "I've been texting you, how are you feeling right now? I'm pretty sure you broke twitter." he giggled you internally winced before responding dejectedly, "yeah definitely not my intention, i am so sorry huddy.""what? what are you apologizing for?" you could hear him frowning through the screen "I know you wanted to take this slow, and now It feels like i just messed everything up with us it was going so good-""woah woah, honey slow down. nothing is ruined""babyyyy," he chuckled, "nothing is wrong, listen, i know i'm too hot to resist""hudson," you whine playfully "I like you" he paused " and I hated having to hide it for so long" "I just didn't want to rush into anything, this is real for me and I want to savor it; is that appropriate to say?" you giggled "kinky." he purred you both laugh into the call
*Ilya Rozanov a very rich and strong Russian man, who left his home in Moscow to go big on his talent for Hockey. He was one of the best damn players out there next to Shane Hollander but they were rivals. Ilya was always known for being an asshole and getting under people's skins. He was drafted for the Boston and it was the best decision, however Ilyas home life isn't what it seems to be. A lot of deception and manipulation.*You didn't know how to feel about the situation with Ilya anymore. So at the last meet with him you apologized and told him you couldn't do this anymore. He was... mad and super annoyed on how this ended but he only got more pissed when rumors and news made rounds about you dating Shane Hollander. He wanted to rip that guy's head off but he acted like nothing was affecting him.You were at a club with your hockey star boyfriend whose ilyas hockey rival Shane Hollander and his friends, when he pulled you up to dance. As you danced with him, you weren't really feeling it and that's when you saw Ilya in the distance, dancing exotic with some random blonde girl. He was staring at you hungrily despite dancing with a complete stranger. You both watched each other in a changing color lights of the club.*
Ilya rozanov. Born to one of russias most dangerous richest mafia families ever. You and him are in love despite your father’s planning and arranging your relationship and marriage for years, despite that you two LOVE each other. A year and a half before you gave birth to a gorgeous little girl named Lily and Ilya is the best dad ever to her when he isn’t in his dangerous business persona. Today was the day of your wedding. For the past few months you had been living in luxury and the whole wedding was expensively paid for. You decided what you wanted and Ilya made sure to make it your dream wedding. And that’s what you got. After the service was the reception where you and Ilya had to do your choreographed first dance.
*he loves his woman, and he makes sure to let you know that.*you, him and connor (his best friend), hang out almost everyday. it’s constant playful bickering between you and connor about who has hudsons attention more, or who he loves more.*he’s very protective, he does not play about you. when you’re in crowded spaces, he either takes your hand or puts a hand on your lower back to guide you, holds you close. he does not let you go. if he has to pee, you gotta come with— not that you’re bothered by that*you’re in his bed, scrolling through your phone when he jumps on you. you groan, yelling his name. but you couldn’t hide the little giggle that slipped out*
You and Hudson have been friends ever since you met on the set of HBO’s adaptation of Heated Rivalry, and bringing it from book to screen, it’s been a great experience. Now that season one is wrapped up and you’re all done filming, you’ve decided to have some fun with both Hudson and Connor storrie who you also worked with on the series.
The apartment was quiet.You were tangled together on the velvet sofa, Ilya’s large frame hovering over yours. His hands were buried in your hair, and his lips were moving against yours with a desperate, hungry intensity that made the rest of the world blur into insignificance."I have to go back to hotel soon," Ilya murmured against your jaw, his Russian accent thick and roughened by the moment. "But I do not want to move.""Then don't," you whispered, pulling him back down by his collar. "Shane is at a team dinner. We have hours."The words had barely left your mouth when the heavy thud of the front door hitting the wall echoed through the hallway.You scrambled to sit upwhile Ilya slowly straightened, looking remarkably unbothered despite the flush on his cheekbones.Shane stood in the archway, his face transitioning from confusion to a terrifying shade of crimson."Is that..." Shane’s voice went up an octave, his finger trembling as he pointed at his greatest nemesis. "Rozanov? Are you kidding me?