All Chapters of HIS POISONOUS POSSESSION: Chapter 201 - Chapter 208

[The Salt and the Scar]The morning did not bring light to the basalt mansion; it only brought a different shade of grey. The sea mist clung to the glass of the master suite like a damp shroud, blurring the line between the sky and the churning water below.Inside, the atmosphere was suffocatingly intimate. Dante had not left the room since the sun had failed to rise. He sat on the floor between Ivy’s legs as she sat on the edge of the bed, his back against the mahogany frame. He was stripped to the waist, the pale light catching the intricate lattice of scars that mapped his back—each one a record of the Warden’s life before he had found his center in her.Ivy held a bowl of warm water and a cloth soaked in sea salt. She was tracing the jagged line on his shoulder—a fresh reminder of the shrapnel from the docks.

[The Mercury Glass]The basalt mansion did not reveal its secrets through grand gestures; it surrendered them through the slow, agonizing erosion of time and silence.The air in the western wing was colder than the rest of the estate, a pocket of preserved stillness that felt like walking into the lungs of a ghost. Here, the walls were not basalt, but a damp, grey limestone that seemed to sweat salt. Dante walked half a pace behind Ivy, his hand resting with a heavy, proprietary stillness on the nape of her neck. He didn't lead her; he haunted her, his presence a constant, low-frequency hum that vibrated through her spine."This wing was sealed before the Sicilian purge," Dante said. His voice was a low-timbered rasp, a sound that seemed to bypass the ears and settle directly in the marrow. "My father claimed it was structurally unsound.

[The Alpine Exit]The Zero Point did not die with a scream; it died with a suffocating, mechanical rattle. As the "Source" data dissolved into digital ash, the tower’s primary cooling systems cycled into an emergency stasis. The air, already thin, grew frigid, carrying the scent of frost and ozone. The crimson emergency lighting bathed the corridors in a visceral, sanguine glow, turning the brutalist concrete into the interior of a dying god.Dante did not run. He walked through the flickering shadows with a heavy, rhythmic grace, his hand anchored firmly on the small of Ivy’s back. This was the Architect’s pace—measured, inevitable, and utterly devoid of panic. He didn't need to see the exit to know where it was; he felt the building’s skeletal structure in his very bones."They are sealing

[The Obsidian Covenant]The final layer of the world fell away at midnight.Outside the basalt walls, the Amalfi coast had vanished beneath a shroud of violet-shadowed snow, the sea below a churning cauldron of black ink. But inside the master wing of the Moretti estate, time had ceased to be linear. The air was a heavy, intoxicating blend of woodsmoke, expensive wine, and the raw, electric charge of the "Sync" reaching its zenith.Dante did not just occupy the room; he owned the very molecules within it. He stood by the arched window, his silhouette a jagged tear in the fabric of the dark. He had shed his coat, his white shirt unbuttoned to the mid-chest, revealing the faint, silvered lines of scars that Ivy had mapped with her lips. He wasn't looking at the storm. He was looking at the reflection of the bed in the glas