"Why do you even love me?" The words slipped out, barely above a whisper. I wasn't even sure I wanted an answer. How could Elio possibly love me? What about me was worth loving? "You made me feel something I hadn't felt since I was a teenager," he said quietly. "Maybe I'm in love with the idea of being in love with you, but it's real. You make me feel like I can breathe again. And I don't want to lose that. I don't want to lose you." Each word hit like a bullet to the chest, one after another. And for once, I couldn't find anything to say.

HEATED RIVALRY - FAN SEASON 2 Winning the season was supposed to change everything. It didn't. The rivalry is quieter now, but the pressure is louder. The glances last longer. The rumors travel faster. And the world that once only cared about performance is starting to watch too closely. Season 2 follows what comes after the secret when love has to survive contracts, cameras, distance, and the fear of being seen. This isn't about falling in love anymore. It's about choosing each other when the cost is higher. A fanfiction continuation exploring: rivalry beyond the ice public pressure vs private devotion quiet obsession emotional tension and the dangerous question of what happens when winning isn't enough Not canon. Just heart.

WARNING: this takes place after the second book about Ilya and Shane by Rachel Reid. If you haven't read the books 'heated rivalry' and 'the long game' you might not understand this storyline. Two years after their wedding, Shane and Ilya both decided that it's time for them to start their own family. They knew it was gonna be a long process, but they knew they'd face it together. And then... there were Maeve and Elli. While Elli was a happy Child, singing all the frozen songs while walking to kindergarten, Maeve was her sisters opposite. And she was NOT a child anymore. She wouldn't bother to stay at the hollanovs for long. She knew, it'd only be a matter of time for them to pick Elli but not Maeve.

"What's between us, Rozanov?" Shane hears the breathy chuckle again. "Well, that is, most of the time there is nothing - except for the empty porn chatting. But now we're standing here together." "And then what?.." Or a little piece of Hollanov's tough conversation.

FLUFF AGNSTY SPICY 🔥 and maybe preggy shane in llay's short fk yes

Am I out of my head? Am I out my mind? if you only knew the bad things I like. Don't think that I can explain it, what can I say it's complicated.

Listen now my baby, my time is now all for you.

By you, I am forever undone.

In 1950s Harlem, where racism, poverty, and secrets brew behind every closed door, eighteen-year-old Tariq Matthews is just trying to stay out of trouble. Raised by his strong-willed mother, he balances school, friends, and the heavy weight of survival. But everything changes the day he crosses paths with Alexander Moretti-a wealthy, ruthless, and much older Italian Mafia don. What starts as curiosity quickly ignites into a dangerous affair. Alexander is power, privilege, and temptation wrapped in expensive suits and hidden scars. He opens Tariq's world to luxury and risk, love and control-but loving a man like Alexander comes with a price. As Harlem buzzes with gossip, as church pews fill with whispers, and as violence creeps closer to their doorstep, Tariq must choose between the comfort of familiarity and the seductive pull of forbidden love. In a world that doesn't see them as human, can their love survive the weight of secrets, pride, and blood? A interracial gay romance set in 1952, gritty, raw and unforgettable.