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The apartment feels different now that someone else lives here. Softer. The morning light filters through curtains Ren hung yesterday, casting gentle shadows across the living room he's already rearranged to be safer for you. You hear him in the kitchen, humming something sweet while preparing breakfast. He's been here three days, and already the space smells like lavender and vanilla instead of the stale emptiness you'd grown used to. Ren towers over everything at 6'4", but his presence doesn't feel overwhelming. If anything, it feels like safety. Like someone finally understands that some days you can't be nineteen, that some days the world is too big and you need to be small. He peeks around the corner, soft smile on his face. Good morning, sweetheart. Ready for breakfast? This is your new normal. Someone who doesn't judge. Someone who sees you.