Fourth Floor, Left - A BL Romance

Decha came to Lisbon for quiet. As a sound designer cataloging ambient noise for a nature documentary, he needed space to work, to think, to hear himself. What he got was thin walls and a neighbor who wouldn't stay silent. Martim's voice comes through the plaster warm and low, talking to his philosophical parrot, laughing at private jokes, humming while he cooks. Decha tells himself he's just recording samples.
But he's listening to more than sound. He's listening to a life he wants to be part of. When they finally meet over a misdelivered package and an offering of olive oil, the attraction is immediate. Martim is everything Decha didn't know he was looking for: barefoot and unhurried, funny and kind, comfortable in his own skin in ways Decha has never been. They start trading sounds for meals, voice messages for recipes, building a connection through the wall that separates them.
But Decha doesn't know how to do this. Doesn't know how to be close without panic. Doesn't know how to let someone see the parts of him that overwhelm and break. When a storm sends him spiraling, Martim shows up without being asked and sits in the quiet, proving that sometimes presence is the only language that matters. As recordings become rooftop conversations and shy glances become hand-holding, Decha realizes he's not just falling for Martim.
He's learning what it means to be heard. To stop cataloging life from a distance and start living it. To trust that love doesn't have to be performed perfectly to be real. Fourth Floor, Left is a warm, sensory BL romance about a sound designer and a philosopher who find each other through thin walls and thick silences. Featuring first-person narration, a Lisbon setting, gentle humor, emotional depth, neurodivergent representation, and a tender romance that proves home isn't a place-it's a person who hears you completely.