Dear Roommate Please Stop Being Hot [BL]-Chapter 313: Executive Hours, Lover’s Morning

Morning arrived quietly, light slipping through the curtains in pale gold ribbons.

The city was just beginning to wake, but inside the apartment, time moved slower.

Luca stirred first.

He shifted slightly, arm tightening around the warm weight beside him.

Noel was still asleep, face relaxed, breath even against Luca’s shoulder.

For a moment, Luca simply watched him—lashes resting against his cheek, hair messy in the softest way.

He pressed a slow kiss to Noel’s temple, then another, lingering.

Noel hummed, stirring. "Mm... five more minutes."

Luca smiled against his hair. "We’ve already had five hours."

"Doesn’t count," Noel muttered, burrowing closer. "It’s morning. Morning rules don’t apply."

Luca chuckled quietly, tightening his hold. "Then I’m not letting you go."

Noel tried to move, but Luca’s arm tightened possessively around his waist. "Luca—"

"No," Luca said, nuzzling into his neck. "Stay. I don’t want to get up either."

"You have work," Noel reminded gently, fingers brushing over Luca’s arm. "You’re the Director. People wait for you."

Luca groaned dramatically, burying his face against Noel’s shoulder. "I’ll cancel."

Noel laughed, pushing lightly at his chest. "You can’t cancel the entire company."

"Watch me."

"No," Noel said firmly, though his smile betrayed him. "You’re not skipping work. I won’t allow it."

Luca lifted his head, eyes narrowing playfully. "So strict."

"You like it," Noel replied, brushing a kiss across his lips.

Luca sighed in defeat, rolling onto his back. "Fine. But only if you stay with me a little longer."

They lay there, quiet again, the morning sun creeping higher.

Eventually, Noel slipped out of bed, tugging Luca along by the hand. "Come on. Breakfast. Simple. Toast and coffee."

Luca groaned but followed, padding into the kitchen, hair a mess, shirt slightly wrinkled.

He leaned against the counter, watching Noel move around the kitchen—familiar, easy, domestic.

"You know," Luca said, arms folding, "we could eat out tonight."

Noel glanced over his shoulder. "Trying to make up for not waking up early?"

"Maybe." Luca smiled. "Let’s go somewhere nice."

Noel smiled back, softer. "We’ll see."

The toaster popped. The smell of coffee filled the room. Noel handed him a mug, fingers brushing briefly, intentionally.

Luca took it, eyes warm. "This is better than any meeting."

Noel smiled, leaning against him as they stood there—toast, coffee, sunlight, and the quiet certainty that this morning, at least, belonged to them.

The smell of toast still lingered when Luca disappeared into the bathroom.

Water ran, steam curling against the mirror as he showered, the sound steady and familiar.

When he came back out, towel slung low around his waist, hair damp and curling slightly at the ends, Noel was already by the wardrobe. A neatly pressed suit lay waiting on the bed.

Luca stopped in the doorway, watching him.

"You’re spoiling me," he said lightly, rubbing a towel through his hair.

Noel glanced over his shoulder, amused. "Someone has to make sure you don’t embarrass the company."

Luca laughed, stepping closer. "Very wife-coded behavior, you know that?"

Noel didn’t even look up. "Someone has to keep you presentable."

Luca slipped into his shirt, arms sliding into the sleeves as Noel moved in front of him, fingers quick and practiced as he straightened the collar.

Luca stilled, letting him work, eyes fixed on Noel’s face instead of the mirror.

"You do this like it’s your job," Luca murmured.

Noel smoothed the fabric over his chest, then reached for the tie. "I’ve had a lot of practice watching you rush out the door."

He looped the tie around Luca’s neck, fingers precise, close enough that Luca could feel his breath brush his jaw.

For a moment, Luca forgot about time entirely.

He cleared his throat softly. "So... when are you heading back to work?"

Noel finished the knot, adjusted it once, then stepped back to look at him. "Wednesday."

Luca nodded. "And until then?"

"I’ll go see Alex," Noel said. "Help him prep."

"Good." Luca smoothed his jacket. "Keep him in line."

Then, with a faint grin, he added, "Or you could come with me. I’ll make you my personal assistant."

Noel scoffed lightly. "Absolutely not."

"Why not?" Luca asked, feigning innocence.

"Because you’ll overwork me," Noel said, stepping closer to fix Luca’s cuff. "And because I like seeing you leave for work and come back to me."

Luca’s expression softened at that. He leaned in, pressing a brief kiss to Noel’s forehead. "Fine. Stay home. I’ll behave."

"Good," Noel replied, patting his chest. "Go be important."

They walked toward the door together. Luca slipped into his shoes, straightened once more, and reached for his coat. At the door, he paused, turning back.

Noel stood there, arms crossed loosely, watching him with that familiar look—affection wrapped in calm.

"I’ll see you tonight," Luca said.

"Drive safe," Noel replied.

Luca stepped closer, stealing one last quick kiss, warm and lingering enough to promise more later. Then he opened the door and headed out.

Downstairs, the driver was already waiting.

From the window above, Noel watched him go, sunlight catching on Luca’s shoulders as he stepped into the morning.

And for a moment, the apartment felt fuller than it had all week.

The elevator doors slid shut with a muted chime, sealing Luca back into the rhythm of his day.

The warmth from the apartment faded as the car descended, replaced by the familiar stillness of purpose.

Whatever softness lingered from the morning was folded neatly away. Not gone, just... contained.

The drive to the office passed in quiet efficiency.

The city moved around him—crosswalks filling, coffee shops opening, traffic flowing with practiced precision.

Luca reviewed his schedule on the tablet resting against his knee. Meetings stacked neatly one after another. Numbers. Projections. Decisions that carried weight.

By the time the car rolled to a stop in front of the building, his mind was already ten steps ahead.

The driver opened the door. "Good morning, sir."

Luca stepped out, nodding once. "Morning."

Inside, the air shifted. The building hummed with quiet urgency. Staff greeted him as he passed—polite nods, respectful smiles.

He acknowledged them all, measured and calm, the way he always did.

The elevator ride up was silent except for the soft whir of cables.

Luca adjusted his cufflinks, eyes fixed on the doors as they climbed.

When they opened, Jane was already waiting.

"Good morning, Mr. Luca," she said smoothly, falling into step beside him. "Your first meeting starts in twenty minutes. The finance team submitted revisions late last night, and legal flagged two clauses in the export agreement."

"Send me the summaries," Luca replied without breaking stride. "I’ll review before the meeting."

"Yes, sir." She glanced at her tablet. "Also, the board confirmed attendance for Friday."

"Good." He paused briefly. "Push the supplier review to tomorrow. I want today clean."

Jane nodded, already adjusting the schedule. "Understood."

They reached his office. Luca stepped inside, setting his jacket over the chair before moving toward the windows.

The city stretched below—alive, relentless, familiar.

He took one quiet breath.

Then the door closed, the world narrowed, and the Executive Director was fully in place.

Meetings followed in steady succession. Voices rose and fell around polished tables.

Luca listened more than he spoke, eyes sharp, fingers steepled, cutting in only when necessary. When he did, the room stilled.

"Let’s be clear," he said at one point, tone calm but firm. "Efficiency isn’t optional. If there’s a bottleneck, fix it. If you need support, ask. But delays stop today."

Nods circled the table. Notes were taken. Decisions made.

Between sessions, he stood by the window, phone in hand. For a brief moment, his thumb hovered over a familiar name.

He didn’t text. Just smiled faintly, then slipped the phone back into his pocket.

Work resumed. Calls. Reports. Signatures.

The day moved forward with precision.

And beneath it all—quiet, steady, grounding—was the knowledge that when evening came, he would return not to silence, but to someone waiting.

The thought lingered, warming him in ways the office never could.

The day blurred seamlessly into afternoon.

Meetings stacked neatly, one call folding into the next, documents sliding across his desk in orderly precision.

Luca moved with the quiet authority of someone in full control, every decision deliberate, every word measured.

By the time noon arrived, he leaned back slightly, running a hand through his hair. Jane approached, tablet in hand.

"Lunch break, sir. Your schedule’s clear for the next hour."

"Thank you," Luca replied, eyes flicking to the tablet.

He picked up his phone, thumb moving with practiced ease.

Reservations. Done. He chose a quiet, upscale place—intimate enough for two, familiar enough to feel like home.

A few taps later, the location was sent with a brief message: Dinner’s set. See you tonight.

Noel’s reply came almost immediately. Perfect. Can’t wait.

Luca smiled, eyes drifting to the city skyline. He typed back: I’ll pick you up at seven.—surprise included.

Always your surprises, the reply teased.

He chuckled softly, slipping the phone back into his pocket.

Back to work.

Finance updates, vendor calls, briefings with the strategy team—all handled with the same measured efficiency.

But underneath, a subtle warmth lingered, the knowledge of tonight threading through every action.

A soft ping on the tablet brought him back—a follow-up from Jane. "Sir, the board meeting prep notes are ready."

"Good," Luca murmured, taking them without looking up.

The lunch hour passed quietly, punctuated only by brief sips of water and a glance toward the clock.

Luca typed a final note, then returned to the meeting prep with renewed focus.

Everything was moving exactly as it should. Precisely. Smoothly. Efficiently.

And in the quiet spaces, between the work and the schedules, there was anticipation—small, unspoken, but steady.

A thread connecting the day’s precision to the warmth waiting at home.