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CHAPTER 92: THE ANNIVERSARY PROJECT.
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Gloss POV The sound that came from the speakers wasn’t human. It was a thousand fragments stitched into one, soft, mechanical, but almost tender. Adrian’s hologram flickered under the stage light, his features half-formed, half-glitch, like he couldn’t decide whether to exist or vanish. The air in the hall had gone heavy. No one moved. Not the guests, not the staff, not even Dream. It was as if the entire building was holding its breath. I could feel the static prickling against my skin, the faint buzz of corrupted data vibrating through the floor. The projection wasn’t local. It wasn’t coming from any of our internal systems. Whatever this was, it was remote, buried somewhere deeper than even Dream’s servers should allow. “Dream,” I said quietly. “This isn’t him. It’s something left behind.” Adrian’s hologram smiled, the glitch stretching his face too wide before snapping back to perfection. “Oh, but it is me, Gloss.” His voice warped through the speakers, smooth, almost intimat
LEVEL UP MY COLD CEO {MxM} CHAPTER 92: THE ANNIVERSARY PROJECT.
Dream's POV Gloss was still asleep when I woke. His hair was a mess, the kind of wild that made him look both harmless and dangerous at once. The city lights filtered through the curtains, silvering his cheekbones. I watched him breathe for a moment, slow and even, the faint hum of our mental link still lingering at the edge of my mind. Every now and then, a stray thought of his flickered through, warm, lazy, unguarded. It felt wrong to listen, but impossible to turn off. I pulled away and stood by the window, staring at the skyline that stretched beyond the penthouse glass. The day ahead loomed over me like a shadow. The company’s tenth anniversary. A celebration, a show of strength, a chance to prove that DreamCorp hadn’t fallen despite everything that happened. Gloss had volunteered, no, insisted, on planning the entire event. He’d been glued to his tablet for days, designing, budgeting, and arguing with vendors who couldn’t meet his standards. I’d wanted to stop him at first.
LEVEL UP MY COLD CEO {MxM} CHAPTER 91: SHARED MIND.
Gloss POV The first thing I noticed when I woke up was noise, not the mechanical kind from the monitors or the hum of the penthouse servers, but soft, rhythmic thoughts whispering through my skull. Not words exactly, more like feelings with voices. Calm, tired, but warm. Dream’s thoughts. He was sitting on the couch across from the cot I’d been sleeping on, his shirt half-buttoned, hair a mess, eyes fixed on his tablet but clearly not reading anything. I blinked, trying to focus, when suddenly I heard it again, a sigh that wasn’t mine. He’s awake. Finally. I sat up so fast I almost yanked out the remaining sensor patch on my arm. His head snapped up, and our eyes met. “You heard that?” I asked. He raised a brow. “Heard what?” “That… That…” I started, then paused. ‘He looks confused.’ My eyes widened. “That! I heard that!” He blinked, then frowned. “You heard what I was thinking?” I grinned slowly, realization dawning. “Oh, this is going to be fun.” Dream’s expression shif
LEVEL UP MY COLD CEO {MxM} CHAPTER 90: RECONNECTION.
Dream's POV The light faded like the last breath of a dying star, and the world returned with a rush of sound. My lungs burned as I dragged in a deep breath, the taste of electricity and blood thick on my tongue. My eyes snapped open to chaos, alarms blaring, screens flickering, the room drenched in the crimson glow of emergency lights. I tried to move, but the weight on my arm held me still. Gloss. He was slumped beside me on the floor, pale, motionless, his fingers still curled around the neural link cable. His chest rose and fell faintly, shallow, but steady enough to make my heart stutter in relief. His hair clung to his forehead, his lips parted slightly as if he were caught between worlds. “Gloss,” I rasped, my throat raw. I reached for him, brushing a hand against his cheek. He was warm, but too still. “Come on, wake up.” No response. The monitors behind us flickered wildly, streams of code racing faster than I could read. The system’s synthetic voice echoed overhead, gl
LEVEL UP MY COLD CEO {MxM} CHAPTER 89: THE CODE DUEL.
Gloss POV The moment the light consumed me, the world dissolved into static. For a brief second, I couldn’t tell whether I was alive or lost inside a dream stitched out of corrupted code. Then, I blinked, and the distortion cleared. I found myself standing in Dream’s office, or at least, a twisted reflection of it. The walls shimmered like liquid glass, colors shifting between black and silver. Every line of furniture glowed faintly with code, and beyond the windows, there was no city, no skyline, only streams of data falling like rain. It was the system’s interface world. Adrian’s world now. I clenched my fists and scanned the room. Everything felt wrong. The hum of the lights, the familiar scent of coffee and ozone, all too real, but just off enough to unsettle me. My heart pounded. I could feel Dream’s presence somewhere far away, faint and fading, like a heartbeat behind glass. Then I heard it, the soft clap of hands behind me. “Well, well, well” Adrian’s voice purred, smooth
LEVEL UP MY COLD CEO {MxM} CHAPTER 88: CONNECTION FAILS.
Dream's POV The air was too still. The hum of the machines around me wasn’t comforting anymore, it was mocking, rhythmic, sterile, lifeless. Gloss’s body lay limp on the cot in the center of the room, wires tangled around him like silver vines. His eyes fluttered now and then, but they never opened. He wasn’t here. He was somewhere else, inside the system, fighting a ghost I should’ve deleted a long time ago. I didn’t know how long he’d been in there. Minutes felt like hours, hours felt like a slow bleed through my veins. The holographic interface above him showed flickering code, looping commands that made no sense. I’d built the system myself, line by line, confident in its perfection. Now, it was a battlefield, and every keystroke I made felt like throwing punches into the void. “Gloss,” I said softly, gripping his hand, hoping he could hear me somehow. His skin was warm but unmoving, the faint pulse beneath his wrist steady yet shallow. “You promised you’d stay.” The system co
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