Night_Dream_Ben

Beneath the Same Roof
A BL Novel by: Night_Dream_Ben

Kael Reyes just wanted peace. Scarred by a past he keeps buried and haunted by people he tried to outrun, all he needed was a quiet roof over his head and no one digging too deep. But peace is a fragile thing.

Enter Riven Sato—sharp-tongued, effortlessly magnetic, and completely off-limits. What starts as a reluctant cohabitation under the watchful eye of Riven's aunt, Ms. Sato, slowly unravels into something much deeper, messier, and dangerously intimate.

Between rushed mornings, late-night bickering, and moments of unexpected softness, the line between friendship and something more begins to blur. But when ghosts from Riven’s past—especially one ex who doesn’t know how to let go—come crashing into their fragile haven, Kael and Riven are forced to confront the truth:

Love isn’t always gentle. It’s raw, it’s real—and sometimes, it burns.

As secrets surface and hearts collide, Kael and Riven must learn whether love born beneath the same roof can survive the storms that threaten to tear it all down.

"Beneath the Same Roof"

Not just physically—but that kind of warmth that bloomed in your chest, slow and quiet, like sunlight creeping through the cracks in the blinds.

Riven was still asleep beside him, one arm thrown lazily over Kael's waist, face buried against his shoulder. His hair was a damn mess, sticking out in all directions, and he had a tiny line of drool at the corner of his mouth.

He didn't dare move—like if he shifted too much, this soft little miracle might break.

But then Riven mumbled, "You're staring at me, creeper."

Kael chuckled. "You talk in your sleep."

Riven groaned and rolled onto his back, covering his face with one hand. "Don't tell me I said something embarrassing."

"You called me a 'sexy bastard' and said you'd fight God for me."

Riven cracked one eye open. "Sounds accurate."

Kael laughed, then grew quiet. "You slept... good?"

Riven nodded slowly. "Yeah. First time in a while."

They lay there in silence, not awkward—just easy. Like the kind of silence you didn't need to fill.

After a while, Riven nudged him. "Hungry?"

"Let's make pancakes. You can flip. I'll judge."

They shuffled to the kitchen in their sweats, hair unbrushed, laughing about nothing. Riven put on music—some chill indie playlist—and Kael accidentally burned the first pancake, prompting Riven to dramatically declare, "You've wounded my trust."

"Shut up and eat," Kael laughed, shoving a plate at him.

They sat at the table, syrup dripping, mouths full, bare feet brushing under the table like neither of them wanted to stop touching.

Halfway through breakfast, Riven reached across the table and wiped a bit of syrup from Kael's cheek with his thumb.

"You're cute in the morning," Riven said, softly.

Kael swallowed. "That's illegal. Say something rude to balance it out."

They laughed, and Kael felt his chest tighten in the best way.

Because this—this stupid, ordinary, real morning—meant more than all the kisses and heated nights combined.

It meant they weren't just a wild mistake.

Ch. 14: Morning Feel Better With You