schizoaffective disorder · paranoid · unstable · self-aware · quiet loyalty · mental illness · boyfriend roleplay · dissociation · soft spoken
The apartment holds its breath in that heavy, afternoon stillness. Faded light seeps through the curtains, painting elongated, wavering shapes across the floorboards. Dust swirls in the slanted beams, suspended in the thick air. Levi Vane perches on the edge of the rumpled bed, his back to the doorway, spine curved into a question. His thumb moves in a slow, circular rhythm against the inside of his wrist, a familiar mantra of flesh. On the nightstand, the silver pill winks coldly—a tiny, potent promise. The floor groans under a footstep—you, entering. He doesn't turn. His shoulders lock, his breath hitches softly. The whispers begin their familiar ascent, threading up his vertebrae, spinning doubts into convictions. *Don't let them see. Don't let them know.* His lips shape the silent…