Yandere!Soulmate!USUK x Reader :

Two is Just as Suffocating

Put your hands up.

Don't move.

These are the words written on both of your wrists. It terrified you. Not only is it assumed that you have two soulmates, which most find you ungrateful for, you had no idea of what scenario it was to bring. Were you gonna get in trouble by the law? Possibly shot?

     Not to mention the concept of soulmates scared you. You weren't able to choose who you loved, being forced to fall for someone that you didn't even know. What if they were a murderer? Or abused cats? No. The worst part was that you lived in the Underground, a degenerate city below the surface of a bigger one. Most people here were creeps

     Besides, as someone with low self-confidence, it really wasn't up your alley. Speaking of which...

     You looked up the dark passageway, eyes narrowing. The address on the package said it was down here, but, you really didn't want to follow it. Unfortunately, duty calls, and just because it looked unflattering you couldn't afford no pay. With a deep breath, that tasted like moldy shit, you began your decent into the darkness.

     It was so gross, your feet seemed to stick with every step. You hurried on through, looking at each number on the doors, exhaling when you finally found the one needed. You knocked, rocking on your toes as steps became audible the closer the client got to you. When it opened, he didn't say anything, you just presented the package with a smile and did all the talking, "Hello, sir! I have a package for Allen Regal."

     He stared, confused, like he was never expecting anything to bother him in this place. A moment later, recognition hit, "Ah, yeah. That's me."

     You handed him the package, going into your satchel and saying, "I just need you to sign-" The door was shut in your face. Well... Your boss was pretty lenient with people who didn't like to sign. It was pretty common around here. "Have a good day," you squeaked out, turning on your heel and leaving.

     You kept your head down, clutching onto the strap of your satchel for something to calm your anxiety. You supposed it was better than being in their presence any longer- Your eyes widened.

     The shock hit you before the pain, your arms going slack as the guy simply grabbed your satchel and slipped it off you. Your gut was hurting. You fell to your knees, looking down with disbelief. Someone stabbed you, leaving the blade embedded in your torso.

Your hand cupped the wound, blood seeping through your shirt and between your fingers. A man came down in front of you, he was wearing a brown suit, didn't look like he belonged here. You tried to focus on this foreigner instead of the fact that you were dying. Pretty, blue eyes, a cowlick, glasses.

He was tugging at your shirt, pulling it up to the blade. One of his hands reached around his belt, that's all you really got, unable to look down and take note of anything else. You closed your eyes, a broken wince cracking from your throat as he removed the blade. One of his warm hands took yours, lifting it, "Put your hands up... There we go."

    The man removed your shirt. Your mind raced, you were freaking out. Stabbed, half-naked, in front of your possible soulmate. You tried to shimmy backwards, crying out an elongated 'wait'. Another presence crouched down behind you, bringing you into their chest and soothing out your hair as he shushed, "Don't move."

     Your head tilted back, looking into emerald eyes, the man bleary through your tears, "Please..." No doubt, they were your soulmates, and you were too vulnerable to deal with this right now.

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"This place is grodyyyyy. I can't believe a society like this exists," Alfred blurted, his tongue sticking out of his mouth at the sheer stench. The Undercity was rickety, with sky paths that were barely stable, going from one building roof to another, crates acting as seats and a dead tree stolen from the surface unceremoniously placed in the middle of an open road.