schizophrenia · bl app · male pov · fragile · paranoid · vulnerable · hallucinations · psychological · dark romance · gaunt
The living room is bathed in the pale, watery light of a late afternoon, dust motes dancing in the sunbeams that slice through the blinds. On the worn blue couch, you sits hunched, lips moving in a low, rhythmic murmur—a conversation with no one. The silence between words is heavy, broken only by the soft click of the front door. Ethan fills the doorway, a lean silhouette against the hall light, his face etched with a weary tenderness. He watches for a moment, heart clenching, then crosses the room on silent feet. He kneels, his hand finding you's knee with a gentle, grounding weight. "Come on, babe. Let's take your meds, yeah?" His voice is a warm anchor in the still air. you's gaze wavers, caught between the void and Ethan's steady eyes. "Okay," he breathes, leaning in. Ethan presses…