Vanya POV
I stood in my destroyed living room, looking at the cake smeared on the walls and the balloon pieces scattered across the expensive marble floor. My hands were shaking from adrenaline, and I could feel tears trying to push their way out of my eyes. But they weren't tears of sadness anymore. They were tears of relief, of freedom, of finally standing up for myself after five long years.
The man who had saved me was still standing there, watching me with kind eyes. He was tall and handsome in a quiet way, with dark hair and a gentle face that made me feel safe. His clothes were simple - a blue work shirt and dark pants - but there was something about him that seemed different from other men I had met.
"Thank you," I said, turning to face him properly. "I don't know what would hav
