The 20-track album is coming, featuring nothing but dramatic ballads worthy of the best sports yaoi ever adapted into a series.
2 songs about the couples
3 songs about my work
4 about the actors
and 18 songs about the actual show

Heated Rivalry, the fire album

So hard to look at you, Ilya
So hard to look at you, Shane

Cold glass between us in the locker room
Every stare cuts deeper than a fight
Your name tastes sharp when I breathe it in
Crowds are screaming but we’re locked within
Fame on the boards, pressure on skin
Every win feels like a loaded sin
I learned your silence, you learned my flame
Two kings bleeding in the same game

Ilya and Shane, we burn and collide
Ilya and Shane, nowhere to hide

We were never meant to cross this line
Enemy jerseys, matching spine
Your hand on my wrist, too close, too fast
Years of hatred cracking at last
They cheer for war, they don’t see us shake
Every vow we swore starts to break
Heated Rivalry carved in bone
Loving you feels like losing my throne

Ilya and Shane, say it again
Ilya and Shane, pleasure in pain
Ilya and Shane, breath on my skin
Ilya and Shane, let the truth in

Ah-ah-ah, don’t let go
Ah-ah-ah, you already know

Ilya and Shane, hearts in the fire
Ilya and Shane, enemies wired
Ilya and Shane, ice meets the spark
Ilya and Shane, tearing the dark
Ilya and Shane, love’s not clean
Ilya and Shane, Heated Rivalry

Heated Rivalry : Ilya and Shane

Deep in the lab under electric blue glow
Building this world while the city stays low
Heated Rivalry locked inside my head
Every line is a wound, every chord is what’s said
Studying the souls of two mirrored flames
Finding the truth in the love they name
Matching the faces, the tension, the grace
Mapping the heart in a coded space

No sleep, no rest, I stay inside
If I start this fire, I see it through

I’m working, I’m building, I’m losing my sleep
The promises spoken are the ones that I keep
Heated Rivalry, my magnum sound
Where the deepest emotions turn anthem and pound
No room for error, no room for pause
This is the vision that bends its own laws

I go further than I’ve ever been
Writing the truth till the night wears thin
Not one word loose, not a breath misplaced
I erase the fear, I erase the waste
Every track climbs like a cinematic rise
Giving a voice to what they hide
I love this work, obsessed with the form
Tuning the chaos, shaping the storm

Layers collide, massive and wide
Every note shaped by my own side
I’m the architect, the force, the host
The sound you feel — but I feel it most

Two couples, one signal, a legacy formed
From the depth of night to the edge of dawn

Heated Rivalry
Heated Rivalry
Heated Rivalry

Heated Rivalry
My heart on the line
Every word is mine
Locked and aligned

Building the musical version of Heated Rivalry

I’m tired of halos, tired of clean
Tired of love that begs to be seen
Every story wants to heal the wound
I want the clash, I want the bruise

They say choose a side, choose a role
But I don’t write comfort, I write control
Two minds locked, no white flag raised
No soft landing, no lines erased

I don’t need angels learning to stay
I want rivals who refuse to give way

I wanna write a yaoi, but not the kind you know
Not sweet, not saved, not moving slow
Two adversaries sharing skin
No peace treaty, no clear win
I wanna write a yaoi, sharp and bare
Where love is pressure, not a prayer
They don’t confess, they don’t deploy
They collide, that’s my yaoi

No flowers laid on an open heart
Just timing, instinct, a brutal start
Every touch is a question asked
Every silence a test they pass

No one’s pure, no one’s taught
They want the fight, they want the thought
If one steps back, the game is done
So they stay close, they stay undone

They don’t need trust to stay inside
They need resistance, matched in stride

I wanna write a yaoi, not soft, not shy
Where desire looks like a stare held dry
No promises they can enjoy
Just heat, just will, just boy on boy
I wanna write a yaoi, stripped of grace
Where love leaves marks you can’t erase
No crown, no throne, no moral ploy
Just impact, that’s my yaoi

Don’t ask me who is wrong or right
That question dies in the first fight
If someone wins, the spark is gone
So they keep pushing, carry on

I wanna write a yaoi, built to last
On friction, wit, and forward blast
Not to fix what’s been destroyed
But to stay sharp, that’s my yaoi
I wanna write a yaoi, say it plain
Where love survives because of strain
No endgame I need to enjoy
They clash forever, that’s my yaoi

No lesson here, no tears to deploy
Just two who won’t stop.
That’s my yaoi.

I wanna write a yaoi too

In the meantime
I start writing the album, Heated Rivalry
About that space between you and me
That gap we never name

You’re in love with somebody else
I know
I know
But I’m the one you keep coming back to
Every time
Every time
That’s the rivalry talking

Oh
Heated rivalry
Heated rivalry
Skin against truth
Want against need
Oh
Heated rivalry
Heated rivalry
Say you’re gone
But you stay with me

Every look feels loaded, every breath delayed
We move like we’re afraid to play it straight
You’re not here, but you’re never far
You’re the reason this album starts

Oh
Heated rivalry
Heated rivalry
Skin against truth
Want against need
Oh
Heated rivalry
Heated rivalry
Say you’re gone
But you stay with me

Twist and turn
Fuel and burn
Love and spite
Collide at night
Again and again
We cross that line
Echoes linger
Between your heart and mine
Highs and lows
Pull and pull
Nothing clean
Nothing dull

Oh
Heated rivalry
Heated rivalry
Skin against truth
Want against need
Oh
Heated rivalry
Heated rivalry
Say you’re gone
But you stay with me

I start writing the album, Heated Rivalry

Cold roof over Sochi lights
Ilya, this is our last night
No more words, we don’t fight
Fear in your eyes
Hands stay still
See the flame across the park
Olympic fire, sharp and stark
We stand frozen in the dark
Through the winter, through white stars

Such a pain
I don’t move, I don’t complain
Call me when it’s safe again
I will wait outside the frame
Keep your medal, keep it close
When this city turns to threat
Call me when it’s safe again
Before every door is closed

“Not in Russia,” breaks your voice
Fear has made the final choice
Ilya, silence answers us
Logic shuts down
Secrets win
See the flame across the park
Olympic fire, sharp and stark
Your face cracks, then turns to stone
As I leave you there alone

Such a pain
I don’t move, I don’t complain
Call me when it’s safe again
I will wait outside the frame
Keep your medal, keep it close
When this city turns to threat
Call me when it’s safe again
Before every door is closed

"This…whatever this is…can’t go on. Not in Russia."
that silent goodbye hurts more than any dialogue could

Such a pain
I don’t move, I don’t complain
Call me when it’s safe again
Say my name, not here, not then
Keep your medal, keep our ghost
When this city turns to threat
Call me when it’s safe again
I won’t follow. I won’t beg.

Call me when it's safe again (Heated Rivalry, Episode 2, Shane)

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available, human or machine, as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

Building the musical version of Heated Rivalry

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