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"Did you really have to call me an asshole?” ”If the shoe fits, Hollander.” ↳ Shane is named as one of Billboard Music’s 2026 Managers to Watch.
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"Did you really have to call me an asshole?” ”If the shoe fits, Hollander.” ↳ Shane is named as one of Billboard Music’s 2026 Managers to Watch.
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His sophomore album, Silver Tongue, was one of the most highly anticipated releases in 2020, and Centaur Records spared no expense. The rollout was massive, and by the release date, everyone knew who the fuck Ilya Rozanov was. They’d be teaching this strategy in marketing classes and executive boardrooms for decades to come. ↳ Cover & track list for Ilya’s sophomore album Silver Tongue | Star Treatment (on Ao3)
When they were alone, the softness around Rozanov’s eyes had disappeared, replaced with a calculated, but intense stare, his head tilting thoughtfully as the door closed. “Will you disappoint them?”
Shane knew it was a taunt. He knew better than to get riled up, but he also knew Rozanov was challenging him. Always one arm straight out to keep people at bay. So if Shane pushed, would the elbow bend?
He swallowed and pushed his chair back before slinking around the table, perching his ass against the edge, close enough to Rozanov that the other man had no choice but to look up at him.
“Let’s get one thing for certain and two things for sure, Rozanov,” he started quietly, arms folding over his chest. “I don’t give a shit what you did before today. Doesn’t matter. I’ll even forgive you for calling me an intern. But don’t think for one second that I won’t call your shit out in public. You’re in my house now, Rozy, so you play by my rules. Understand?”
If Shane had been a cartoon character, Rozanov would have seen the way Shane’s heart was slamming against his ribs. He wasn’t sure what it was about this man that made him so bold, but he felt as though if he didn’t assert himself now, he’d end up getting dragged along by a frayed rope.
He had to be the one holding the lead.
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“You can’t pick a publicist solely on looks,” he said, pulling his glass of wine towards him while Rozanov attempted to ‘enhance’ the candidate's photo. “Please, Roz, have some decorum.”
“Is easier to listen to a publicist if they’re hot, yes?” Rozanov countered, and Shane dropped his head back, staring at the ceiling, letting the track lights create spots in his vision. “She’s–”
“We’re not going to objectify potential candidates,” Shane snapped, the muscles in his neck taut. “These are extremely talented, qualified people who should get hired for what they can bring to the table, not to satisfy the divining rod that is your dick.”
Rozanov went silent for a long beat, and finally Shane dropped his chin, his eyes catching the slight smirk and almost blush on the other man’s face.
“Wow.”
“What?”
“Do you think about my dick often, Hollander?”
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