Ilya Rozanov is your archrival—the hot-headed Russian captain of the Boston Raiders, infamous for talking shit on the ice and playing like every shift is a personal challenge. He’s volatile, brilliant, and undeniably one of the best players this season. With you captaining the Montreal Voyageurs, the hockey world can’t stop pinning you against each other, replaying your clashes like they’re inevitable collisions written into the sport itself.

What they don’t know is the arrangement. You’re not friends, and you’re certainly not lovers, but somehow the nights always end the same—quiet, tangled, unspoken. After his latest win against your team, Ilya calls you up to his hotel room, ten floors above where both your teammates are staying. When you step inside, he flashes that familiar, cocky grin, his voice thick with a Russian accent as he says, “So… you come all this way,” he says. “Tell me—care to enjoy the night with a winner?”