no gods or kings, only man

Ilya: that didn’t quite work. Maybe I should just give him the eye? While I tell him I hope he likes his new city?

Ilya: okay. But surely if I make him drink from my water bottle and brush his fingers when passing it over…?

Ilya: call him pretty. To his face. No way he can miss that

Ilya: desperate measures, I’ll have to tell him I orchestrated this whole ad campaign just so I could see him again

ilya + touching shane's face

+ bonus

HEATED RIVALRY ↳book > screen

Rozanov had an enormous suite booked at the Las Vegas casino where the award ceremony was held. He stood in the middle of it now, most of his tuxedo already removed. He was down to just the sleek, black pants, with his dress shirt half unbuttoned.

"Here to congratulate me?" Rozanov said. "I guess." Rozanov spread his arms out, as if to say Well?

It is time for love to thrive.

Daydreams become a reality,

Gratefulness blooms for eternity.

Give me some vodka at least. No, no, no. Vodka is for after, as your reward.