Summary:

“Ah, my favourite fan at my feet.” Shane's eyes glint with something between rage and intrigue. But he surprises him. So much that it elicits a withheld heartbeat. “It’s such an honour meeting you, Mr. Rozanov.” “Oh, you are meeting me from all the way down there?” “I just want to get to know you better. Up close. The cameras don’t really capture this level of detail, you know.” Shane’s cheeks are glaringly pink. His freckles get accentuated. Or: Shane and Ilya roleplay at the cottage