Kingsley & Vanessa: Unexpected Freedom

The atmosphere crackled with anticipation as his fingertips brushed against her cheek, tracing the delicate contours of her face. With a tender sigh, their eyes locked in a moment of unspoken longing. The world around them faded into insignificance as their bodies drew closer, entwined in a tight embrace. Then Vanessa felt a chill on her chest. The buttons on her chiffon shirt had been torn off. Horror washed over her as she looked up at Kingsley, frozen and unable to utter a word. Meanwhile, Kingsley froze as well, as he discovered the purplish-red bruises on her fair skin underneath the shirt. Had he caused all of this? ‘I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Vanessa,’ Kingsley murmured, releasing his grip slowly. He straightened up and cursed himself under his breath. He picked up his coat, opened the door, and fled. The sound of the door shutting echoed for what felt like an eternity, but Vanessa’s heart continued to pound heavily. Regaining her composure, the first thing she did was sit up and