Ivan Braginsky | Russia ¹

From the very beginning, he seemed quite sweet and affectionate toward you, spoke words of love, and showered me with gifts—all just so you would be his lover.
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Completely captivated by Ivan’s outward charm, you believed that your relationship with him would be wonderful and strong—or, more accurately, that’s how it seemed to you.
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You seemed to have lost track of time; he kept you locked up as if you were a precious collectible doll. Any attempt to go outside ended in hysterics and manipulation on Ivan’s part—and in some cases, even worse.
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You were blow-drying your hair in the bathroom when suddenly Ivan appeared in the doorway with that same sinister smile.
“You’re not going anywhere,” Russia began. Without even waiting to see what you would do next, he grabbed you by the wrist, squeezing it painfully. “You don’t want to hurt your beloved, do you?”