#pcraspcra

Ilya looked over at Hollander, Shane. He said Shane. That was the first time he had said his first name. In the heat, the passion of the moment. He also heard Shane say his name. The moment he felt Shane pull away, he knew that something was wrong. Watching him panic, the fact that they were saying just their names to each other. But it wasn't just their names, it was more then that. It was unspoken, it was meaningful. Asking him to stay, unprompted kisses, the comfort they brought each other. It was all new, it was terrifying.

nobody knows you. independent, selective roleplay blog for ILYA ROZANOV from the game changers series. written by cami. est. 2026 mature content present. 18+ only. and nobody gives a damn.

he'd thought about keeping the house, and the extra building he'd bought when he'd been paranoid of being caught with ilya, but in the end had decided against it. he was leaving montreal for good, the team and the city, and going home in more ways than one. ilya had already started driving back to ottawa, shane just had a couple more things to put in the car before he followed behind. the house would be sold , and that would be the end. and the beginning.

shane flicked off the lights in the empty upstairs bedroom, gave a brief once over to make sure they hadn't missed any of anya's dog toys. ilya would be devastated if shane forgot anya's favorite banana squeaker, which, yes, was shoved behind the door of the guest bathroom. banana in hand, he jogged down the stairs and was met with....himself. ' uuhhh, hi? ' he paused halfway down the stairs. ' you're not supposed to be here. '

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝑻𝑬𝑳𝑬𝑷𝑯𝑶𝑵𝑬 .

➠ 1 question at the press conference from @pcraspcra : [ TXT ] : why are you still awake? (from ryan)

" gotta say i was impressed by you during that game. well , until the end anyway." ( and yeah , scott feels a little guilty for that fight. he could've handled it better. )

➠ 1 question at the press conference from @pcraspcra / ryan price : “It’s funny—liquor makes you honest, but you still can’t say what you really want, can you?”

✘ ♕ ✘ Cobalt eyes held Ryan's gaze unflinchingly as beer swished around in Ilya's mouth before he swallowed. He was taking his time in answering, not because he didn't understand the English, but because his words could be dangerous. For a man who loved danger, practically flocking to it when the chance presented itself, he kept himself guarded carefully.

Not even three steps onto the Cullen property before Emmett came barreling out of the trees like a runaway boulder with a grin.

Of course he did.

Garrett slowed, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket as the forest stilled around the other vampire’s massive frame. Emmett was practically vibrating with whatever idea he’d cooked up—and the nomad didn’t need to hear his thoughts to know trouble when it was aiming straight at him.