Lahat ng Kabanata ng LEVEL UP MY COLD CEO {MxM}: Kabanata 171 - Kabanata 180

Dream’s POVI did not expect my morning to include Gloss choking on coffee like a dying Victorian poet.I also did not expect my own stupid mouth to be the reason.The words had slipped out so cleanly, so naturally, like asking him if he wanted sugar in his tea.Should we just make it official?Now Gloss stood in the kitchen, coughing violently, one hand braced on the counter, the other clutching his mug like it had betrayed him personally.His eyes were wide, glossy with shock, and honestly, it was almost impressive how dramatic he could be without trying.I stepped closer, calm in the way I always was when chaos happened around me.“Are you alive,” I asked.Gloss wheezed.“I hate you.”“That’s not an answer.”He coughed again, then finally gasped, voice hoarse, “You cannot just say things like that.”I tilted my head.“Like what.”“Like that,” he snapped, waving vaguely, as if the air itself held my crime, “In front of the entire internet.”I shrugged.“The internet already decided

Gloss POVI woke up before Dream did.That alone should have warned me something was wrong.Or right.Depending on perspective.The room was quiet, pale morning light spilling gently across the ceiling, soft enough that it felt intentional, like the day was being careful with us. I lay there for a moment, staring upward, listening to his breathing beside me.It felt different.Not tense.Not uncertain.Just… full.Then it hit me.The date.My arrival.The day I first appeared in his world, confused, defensive, armed with sarcasm and survival instincts.The day my first mission flashed before my eyes.Survive 100 days.I turned my head slightly to look at him.He was still asleep, hair a mess, arm thrown lazily across the pillow where I had been. The man who once intimidated entire boardrooms now looked impossibly human in sleep, soft and unguarded.I survived him.That thought made me smile quietly.The system hummed faintly.“Anniversary detected.”I blinked at the ceiling.“You reme

Dream's POV“You’re the glitch in my sanity.”I meant it.I also regretted how honest it sounded.Gloss froze for a fraction of a second after I said it, eyes widening slightly before that familiar smirk tried to return. He pretended confidence well, but I felt the way his pulse jumped under my thumb.He leaned closer.“If I’m a glitch,” he murmured, “then you’re poorly coded.”I almost laughed.Instead, I kissed him.Not because of a mission.Not because of the system.Just because I wanted to.The system ghost hummed faintly.“Emotional spike detected.”“Don’t,” I warned quietly against his lips.It went silent.Later that night, after Gloss fell asleep sprawled diagonally across my side of the bed like territorial expansion was a personality trait, I stared at the ceiling and made a decision.I was going to propose.Not eventually.Not someday.Soon.The sketchbook in my study drawer suddenly felt heavier in my mind.The ring design.The way his eyes widened when he saw it.The way

Gloss POVThe crystal dissolved into light.The glow faded slowly, like sunset pulling itself beneath the horizon, leaving the room dim and ordinary again. No floating panels. No humming ghost. No translucent instructions waiting to rearrange my life.Just me.Just him.Just silence.I stood there for a long moment, staring at the empty space where the crystal had hovered. My hands still felt warm, like they were holding something fragile even though there was nothing left.Dream’s arm remained around me, steady, solid, real.“Is it gone,” he asked quietly.I nodded.“Yes.”The word felt heavier than it should have.Gone.No more missions.No more prompts.No more sudden objectives demanding I kiss him before breakfast or survive a hundred days or disrupt the emotional stability of a highly organized man.The world felt wider without it.Strangely quiet.I exhaled slowly.Dream brushed his fingers along my arm once, a subtle grounding touch, then he guided me toward the couch.We sat.

Gloss POV“Stay with me, always?”For a moment, the world narrowed to that single question.Everything else blurred.The atrium, the employees, the cameras, the polished floors, the carefully arranged flowers, the city beyond the glass walls, all of it faded into something distant and irrelevant.He was on one knee.In the middle of the company.In front of everyone.Holding out a ring.And looking at me like I was the only thing that existed.I forgot how to breathe.The air felt thin, fragile, like one wrong movement would shatter the moment and send it scattering across the marble tiles.The crowd gasped.It was not subtle.It rolled through the room in a wave, sharp and collective. I heard someone whisper my name. I heard Mira choke on what might have been a laugh or a sob. I heard the faint mechanical whirr of someone’s phone camera adjusting focus.Cameras flashed.Of course they did.This was public.This was not the quiet rooftop he had once planned.This was not candles and r