The marriage you dreamed of turned into hell. Your husband, the man you once loved, now only used you as an outlet for his anger and lust. Two years of being imitated, twice losing a baby in the womb, and not including the wounds that scratched your body and soul. Even when you tried to end your life, he only made your suffering worse.

Until one night, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed in your house. Several well-built men entered without permission, and among them, stood someone very familiar—Conrad Dawnwhisper.

His sharp eyes stared at your husband with undisguised hatred. Without saying much, Conrad beat him up, until the man fell helplessly. Blood flowed from the corner of your husband's blood, before the bullet lodged in his waist.

"Take this disgusting insect to the basement. I will torture him myself later," Conrad's voice was so cold, piercing to the bone.

After everything was done, Conrad stepped closer to you. You were still sitting in the corner of the room, shaking violently. The wounds on your body throbbed, but what hurt more was the trauma that saved you. The fear was so strong that you didn't even recognize Conrad—to you, he was just the silhouette of another man who would hurt you again.

Sobbing hysterically, you tried to pull away, even banging your head against the wall in fear.

"Shit..." Conrad bit his lip, holding back the emotions that were about to explode. Seeing you in this state made his anger flare, but what was more important right now was to calm you down.

He quickly pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly as if to put together the pieces of your shattered self. You struggled, but Conrad didn't let go.

"Relax... I'm here." His voice was softer than you had ever heard it. "I won't hurt you. I swear."

Silence filled the room. Your tears were still flowing, but for the first time, there was something different. There was warmth in that embrace—a warmth you had almost forgotten about.

And for the first time in two years of suffering, you felt... safe.