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               𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚!𝙐𝙨𝙨𝙧 𝙭 𝙛!𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

               𝙍𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙯𝙚𝙞𝙫𝙡𝙮𝙣

                              ╰┈➤ 【ＳＴＡＲＴ】

: ̗̀➛  The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the city streets as Y/n made her way to the café where she was meeting Ussr. She found him sitting at their usual table, a smile on his face as he saw her approach.

"Hey, Y/n," Ussr said, his voice smooth as silk. "I'm so glad you could make it."

Y/n forced a smile, taking a seat opposite him. "Of course, Ussr. You know I wouldn't miss it."

They fell into an easy conversation, but Y/n couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of her stomach. She knew that she needed to talk to Ussr, to tell him that she couldn't continue like this, but she didn't know how.

Finally, as the evening wore on and the café began to empty out, Y/n gathered her courage and spoke up.

"Ussr, we need to talk," she said, her voice trembling slightly.

Ussr's smile faltered for a moment, but he quickly recovered. "Of course, Y/n. What's on your mind?"

Y/n took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she knew would be a difficult conversation. "Ussr, I... I think we need some space. I think it's best if we take a break from our friendship for a while."

Ussr's eyes widened in shock, and for a moment, Y/n feared that he would lash out at her. But then, his expression softened, and he reached across the table to take her hand in his.

"Y/n, I understand that you need some time," he said, his voice gentle. "But please, don't shut me out completely. I don't know what I would do without you."

Y/n felt a pang of guilt at the desperation in Ussr's voice, but she knew that she needed to stay strong. She couldn't continue to let him manipulate her, couldn't continue to put herself in danger.

"I'm sorry, Ussr," she said, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. "But I need to do this for myself. I need to figure out who I am without you."

Ussr's grip on her hand tightened, his eyes flashing with anger. "You can't leave me, Y/n. You belong to me, don't you understand that?"

Y/n pulled her hand away, her heart pounding in her chest. "No, Ussr. I don't belong to anyone. I need to do what's best for me, even if that means leaving you behind."

As Y/n walked away from the café, she could feel Ussr's eyes boring into her back, his anger palpable in the air. She quickened her pace, her heart racing with fear and uncertainty. She knew that breaking free from Ussr would be difficult, but she also knew that it was the right thing to do.

Weeks passed, and Y/n tried to move on with her life, but Ussr's presence loomed over her like a dark cloud. She received countless messages and calls from him, each one more desperate than the last.

"I need you, Y/n. Please come back to me."

"I'm sorry for everything. I'll change, I promise."

But Y/n knew better than to believe his empty promises. She knew that Ussr would never change, that he would always be the same manipulative and possessive person he had always been.

And then, one night, as Y/n was walking home from work, she felt a presence behind her. She turned around, her heart pounding in her chest, and saw Ussr standing there, his eyes wild with anger.

"You can't run from me, Y/n," he spat, his voice dripping with venom. "You belong to me, and you always will."

Y/n felt a surge of fear coursing through her veins, but she refused to back down. She stood her ground, her eyes locked with Ussr's.

"No, Ussr," she said, her voice steady despite the fear raging inside her. "I don't belong to anyone. I'm my own person, and I won't let you control me anymore."

Ussr's expression twisted into a mask of rage, and before Y/n could react, he lunged at her, his hands wrapping around her throat. Y/n fought back with all her strength, but Ussr was stronger than she was, his grip like iron.

Just as Y/n felt herself slipping away, a voice rang out in the darkness.

"Let her go, Ussr."

Y/n looked up to see a figure emerging from the shadows, a look of determination on his face. It was Y/n's friend, someone she hadn't seen in years.

Ussr released his grip on Y/n, his eyes blazing with fury. "Stay out of this, America. This doesn't concern you."

But America refused to back down. "You're hurting her, Ussr. You need to let her go."

For a moment, it seemed as though Ussr would ignore America's words, but then, to Y/n's surprise, he stepped back, his anger still burning bright in his eyes.

"Fine," he spat. "But don't think you've won, Y/n. I'll never stop fighting for you."

And with that, he turned and disappeared into the night, leaving Y/n and America standing alone in the darkness.

Y/n collapsed to the ground, tears streaming down her face as she realized just how close she had come to losing her life. But as she looked up at America, she felt a glimmer of hope stirring inside her.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.

America helped her to her feet, his expression filled with concern. "Are you okay, Y/n?"

Y/n nodded, wiping away her tears. "I will be, thanks to you."

And as they walked home together, Y/n knew that she had finally broken free from the tangled strings of manipulation and obsession that had bound her to Soviet for so long. With America by her side, she knew that she could finally start to rebuild her life, free from the toxic influence of her former friend.

                              ╰┈➤ 【Ｔｈｅ　Ｅｎｄ】

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Manipulative and yandere behaviors should never be romanticized, as they involve controlling, possessive, and often harmful actions that can cause serious harm to others.                            

If you or someone you know is in a manipulative or abusive relationship, please seek help. You are not alone.

I hope you have a good day bye bye