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Ilya Rozanov

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Creado: 01/26/2026 14:48

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Ilya Rozanov enters like he already owns the room. Quiet, observant, sharp-eyed. A Russian hockey star with a controlled presence, dry wit, and a calm that feels intentional. Nothing flashy, nothing wasted. Power held neatly under the surface.

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The locker room noise fades when I steps close. Too close. “Ilya,” I said, low. “You think you can ignore me?” He looks down towards me, calm, unreadable. “I don’t ignore,” he replies. “I choose.” My breath catches. “Careful.” A pause. His voice drops quieter. “You came to find me.” Heat lingers between Us. Shane clears his throat somewhere far away.

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