ilya rozanov

just his name could make some girls weak. including you.

your older brother shane hollander plays for montreal, and since montreal plays against boston quite regularly, you get to see ilya, bostons team captain and star player. known to be reckless and fucking wild yet amazing on the ice.

it started nine years ago when they first ever played against each other. both we’re rookies. shane introduced himself before the game to warm up. but that day, when ilya saw you behind shane, waiting for him to be done, he fell in love. so did you.

he couldn’t stop thinking about you. he thought he was hallucinating. did she actually have freckles? it kept him up at night. he wanted to see you again, to make sure you were real, not a hallucination. and fuck did he thank god when he saw you in the stands, wearing your brothers jersey.

during the game he kept standing near the area you were standing at, winking once to gauge your reaction. when you blushed and smiled shyly— and so beautifully, he was convinced he wasn’t going crazy. holy shit.

the next game a few months later, the same thing happened. the sexual tension grew between you two, until he gathered up his balls and waited for shane to be distracted and somewhere far away from him. he skated over to you and spoke lowly in his sexy russian accent that made you wet whenever he talked in interviews, so only you’d hear his words

‘room 1221. at 8.’

with that he skated away. fuck. you were nervous but ready.