Svetlanavetrova Stories

Era um dia como qualquer outro. Mais uma manhã na faculdade de Direito em que o cansaço parecia pesar mais do que os próprios livros que Shane carregava nos braços. Tudo o que ele queria era passar no seu café favorito e tomar o tão julgado Dirty Matcha antes de enfrentar mais uma sequência interminável de aulas. No entanto, quando a garçonete se aproximou de sua mesa, não foi apenas com o copo em mãos. Havia um elegante buquê de flores. Shane: - O que é isso? A moça sorriu discretamente. Garçonete: - Alguém pediu para entregar especialmente para você... mas não deixou o nome. Shane franziu a testa, olhando alternadamente para o buquê e para o cartão preso entre as flores. O que estava acontecendo? E, mais importante... Quem havia enviava as flores?

What if Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov never happened? What if there was no stolen glances across ice rinks, no quiet tension behind closed doors, no story the world was never supposed to see? Ilya Rozanov leaves hockey the way people leave dreams they can't carry anymore-suddenly, but like it was always coming. No drama. No final speech. Just silence where his career used to be. He goes back to Russia, back to everything already written for him before he ever had a choice. And there, life moves fast. He marries Svetlana. Perfect on paper. Always has been. The kind of woman who fits into every room she enters, the kind of name that already belongs next to his. Her father is a government minister. Their marriage isn't just love-it's alignment. Strategy. Legacy. Power wrapped in gold and expectations. They become the couple. The hockey star who became a national icon. The minister's daughter who never steps out of line. Cameras love them. Headlines praise them. The world calls them flawless. And they are. At least, that's what it looks like. They have a daughter not long after. She is everything they were always supposed to create-soft but controlled, graceful in a way that feels almost unnatural. A ballerina in training before she even understands childhood properly. She learns discipline before she learns freedom. She smiles when she's told. She bows when she's expected to. She becomes a vision of perfection in motion. Everyone says she is lucky. Everyone says they are perfect. But perfection is loud in public and painfully quiet in private. And behind the closed doors of a life that looks like a fairytale from the outside, Ilya Rozanov is something no one talks about. A man who used to be someone else. A man who chose the life everyone said he should want.

Svetlana shows up at Ilya's penthouse for a hookup, but Shane is the one who opens the door. With this revelation, they talk about what it means to be Jane and Lily. A/N: Heavily inspired by the fic About that Spare Key by @frizzyanya on ao3

After going through hell together, the Hollander-Rozanov household is back to being peaceful. Join them in enjoying each other's company. Follow Ilya and Shane in their complex task of raising their little Sunshine, Matteo.

Ilya and Shane are ready to be dads, and Svetlana is here to help. a cute lil fic where Svetlana is a surrogate for Hollonov (ft roselana ofc)

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