Summary:

Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov had been household names for years, yet the media still treated them like gladiators thrown into an arena for public entertainment. Hollywood had never manufactured a rivalry this blatant before—and of course they were the guinea pigs. The blueprint. The cautionary tale in the making. The money was obscene. The roles were constant. And the studios? They were practically frothing at the mouth. If Shane landed a blockbuster, Ilya was mysteriously cast in a competing one within days. Rival studios loved the drama, the headlines, the built‑in war. And if Ilya was favored to win at the box office against Shane, well then, who was Ilya to complain about it? Boring Canadian: Got to go BC: Text you later? Ilya: Okay Ilya: Don’t get hard thinking of me blowing you BC: Fuck you! Ilya: You’re hard, aren’t you? BC: … Ilya: My good little slut BC: TURNING OFF MY PHONE NOW!!!!!!!! ---- Or Shane and Ilya have a complicated work-life relationship, and it becomes so much more than either of them could have ever imagined.