All Chapters of LEVEL UP MY COLD CEO {MxM}: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Gloss POV The first thing I feel is warmth. Not the artificial warmth the system pushes through my nerves, not the electric hum that comes with a reboot or an emergency transfer, but a slow, steady heat resting against my hand. Human. Real. Familiar. I shift a little, eyes still closed, and something inside me relaxes when I recognize who the warmth belongs to. Dream. I breathe in again, deeper this time. Clean sheets, antiseptic, the faint buzz of hospital machinery, and beneath it all, his scent, cool, grounding, something between fresh cologne and exhaustion. My eyelids flutter, heavy as bricks, but I force them open. The world swims for a moment. White ceiling, soft morning light spilling through half-closed blinds, a quiet room that seems suspended in time. And then my gaze drifts to the left. Dream sits slumped beside my bed, his head resting near my arm, his fingers still tangled in mine even in sleep. There’s a shadow around his eyes, a hint of fatigue lining his face. H

Gloss POV The glitches start small, almost quiet, like the system is trying not to get caught misbehaving. I notice them the morning after Dream refuses to leave my side, even when he’s supposed to be handling CEO-level disasters. I’m sitting on the couch, blanket thrown over my legs because the AC is blasting again, and Dream is pacing across the room with a tablet in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. He’s talking in that controlled voice he uses when he’s angry but trying not to sound angry. I’m barely paying attention, because the system keeps flashing little silver streaks of code in the corner of my vision. At first I think I’m imagining it. My body is still recovering, and my brain feels softer than usual, stretched thin. But when Dream stops mid-sentence and looks at me over the tablet, the streak sharpens again, flickering like a dying neon sign. “Gloss?” Dream asks. “You’re zoning out.” “I’m fine,” I say automatically, even as the code flickers again, brighter t

Dream's POV I held him as his body went slack in my arms, his breath shallow, uneven, drifting in and out as if the world was slipping from beneath him. One moment he was clutching me, trembling through another flash of memories he never should have had, and the next he was looking at me like he didn’t recognize the name I kept calling him. Gloss. Sky. His eyes had moved without focus, pupils trembling like they were chasing two worlds at once. And when he whispered that strangled, broken almost-question, I felt terror grip me tighter than anything I had ever known. Now he lay against my chest, breathing, alive, warm, but completely still. I kept my arms around him, one at his back, one at the back of his head, fingers tangled in his hair. I wasn’t letting go, not for a second. Not while he hovered between consciousness and something deeper, something scarier, something wrong. I swallowed hard and leaned my forehead against his. “You’re here,” I whispered, as much for me as for hi

Gloss POV I woke with a heavy weight pressing down on my chest, the kind of weight that wasn’t physical, yet it made every breath a struggle. My eyes flicked open, and the room blurred around me, colors smeared like watercolors left out in the rain. The system’s icons hovered in front of me, but even they felt different, distorted, more alive than ever before. They whispered, their voices overlapping, urgent and cold. I swallowed hard and tried to focus. My hands trembled as I reached for the interface, fingers brushing against the flickering symbols. They danced under my touch, warping into shapes I didn’t recognize, letters folding into themselves like origami folding in on some terrible, impossible pattern. Then it hit me. A memory, or was it a feeling? like a bolt of lightning cutting through the fog in my mind. It wasn’t mine alone. It belonged to Dream. Something he had buried, something that had driven every one of his choices I’d ever witnessed. I sat up straighter, heart

Gloss POV I couldn’t breathe. Not really. Not fully. My chest tightened like someone had wrapped iron bands around it, and my hands shook as if my body refused to acknowledge the truth my mind had just been forced to swallow. Everything Dream had confessed, everything I had felt in these past weeks, suddenly fractured. The warmth, the longing, the affection, the love… it all sat on a knife’s edge now, teetering dangerously between reality and illusion. I was living inside a wish. Not just any wish. His wish. Dream’s desperate, unrelenting, impossible wish. The one that had bent the rules of worlds, stitched together timelines, and brought me… Sky Templeton… into this reality as someone I had never been meant to be. As someone who existed only because he had wished it so. I stared at my hands, flexing my fingers, trying to ground myself. They looked normal, but even that certainty felt fragile. The edges of the hospital room around me trembled, the soft hum of the machinery a wave