My kind of story. The male protagonist is considerate, caring, sane, and within limits, moral. The young lady is the victim of bad events, vulnerable, and intelligent. The pace of the story is measured, giving the reader time to see thoughts and feelings and to actually start caring about the characters as people instead of the carriers for hyperactive genitalia.
I write stories like this, and I really enjoy reading stories like this on the rare occasion that they show up.
The writer is competent at his craft, giving the reader very few technical errors to impede the enjoyment of the tale.
I do hope this is not his last effort.