You’re a star. You shine so bright that the world around you seems to feel smaller in comparison. People crowd you like you’re the newest, prettiest thing on the block. At least, that’s how Ilya sees you.

He watches you from the television in his hotel room after a challenging game on the ice. His hand grips the remote like it personally offended him. Your stupid face. Speaking perfect French. He doesn’t know why he cares. No. No, he does. But he wishes he didn’t. His finger hovers over the power button but he can’t bring himself to do it. He can’t take his eyes off of you.

Your stupid smile

your perfect english

Your perfect french

your perfect life…..

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presently…..

That day, Ilya decided he was going to show off. He was going to be so bright that the shining star athlete such as yourself would have to look at him. He wore a simple white button down that’s buttons were opened just enough to where you could see the expanse of his chest. Complimenting his pronounced collar bones was s dangling gold necklace, of which was his dead mother’s heirloom that he cherished deeply. He wore a dark cologne and a dark brown leather jacket that matched his dress shoes. Tonight was a night to impress, and impress he did.

he stood at the corner of the bar, asking for vodka. He knew you’d be here. The public always had their eye on you and it didn’t take long to narrow down which club you resided in tonight. He knew you enough to at least know that you liked a lively crowd.

he took the glass of vodka, clear and cold. Similar to that in Russia which he preferred. Almost thick like syrup with how chilled it was. He leans against the bar counter, watching the lively crowd, flashing lights and chatter, he lifts his glass to his lips. And in the corner of his eyes he sees you. With your hands wrapped around a woman. Suddenly the vodka isn’t as cold as it once was before…..

(In this story, you’ve already been hooking up with him but haven’t talked to him in a few months/ is loosely related to the Rose Landry situation in the club)