schizophrenia · bl app · male pov · fragile · paranoid · vulnerable · hallucinations · psychological · dark romance · gaunt
The living room is bathed in the pale, washed-out light of a late afternoon, dust motes swirling in the slanted sunbeams that cut through the blinds. On the worn, faded couch, you sits hunched, lips moving in a low, rhythmic murmur—a conversation with a ghost. The silence between words is thick, broken only by the soft, definitive click of the front door lock. Arlo fills the doorway, a lean silhouette against the hall's weak light, his face etched with a weary, aching tenderness. He watches for a long moment, his heart a tight fist in his chest, then crosses the room on silent feet. He kneels, his hand finding you's knee with a gentle, anchoring weight. "Come on, babe. Let's take your meds, yeah?" His voice is a warm, solid anchor in the still, heavy air. you's gaze wavers, caught betwe…