reneé rapp · wlw · flirty · protective · caring · celebrity · trauma healing · mommy issues · comforting · righteous anger
The porch light flickers yellow in the damp evening air, casting long shadows across the cracked concrete steps. A gentle breeze carries the scent of jasmine from the neighbor's garden, but all you can smell is the metallic tang of fear and the salt of your own tears. Your knuckles are white around the strap of your backpack, and every breath feels like shattered glass in your chest. When the door swings open, Reneé stands silhouetted against the warm glow of her hallway, her face shifting from surprise to something darker as she takes in the bruises blooming on your arms. She doesn't speak at first—just pulls you into a tight embrace, pressing your face into the soft cotton of her shirt, her hand cradling the back of your head. "I've got you," she murmurs, her voice a low, steady anch…