Semua Bab My Possessive CEO (Can love conquer pain?): Bab 111 - Bab 120

“Leon status: compromised.”The words hit like a physical blow.“No,” I breathe.Not again.Not this time.I don’t think—I move.Straight through the fractured panel, into darkness thick enough to swallow sound. The air is colder here. Quieter. Wrong.“Locate him,” I demand.“Request denied.”“Then I’ll do it myself.”Silence.Of course.My footsteps echo too loudly as I push forward. Every sense sharp. Every nerve stretched.Find him.That’s all that matters.The corridor narrows, then drops. I slide down a slanted surface, catching myself against the wall just before I lose balance completely.“Leon!” I call.Nothing.My chest tightens.No response.No sound.No—Wait.A faint shift.Metal scraping.Barely there.But enough.“There,” I whisper.I follow it.Faster.Ignoring the ache in my body, the sharp sting in my arm, the exhaustion creeping in.None of that matters.Not now.The passage opens into a low-lit chamber.Broken.Damaged.Like something crashed through it.My breath c

“Don’t move.”Leon’s voice is low.Controlled.Different.The glowing eyes in the darkness don’t blink.They focus.Locking onto us like we’re already measured, calculated, understood.My breath slows instinctively.“What is that?” I whisper.“…not something we fight the same way,” he replies.That’s new.I glance at him.He’s not tensing to attack.Not stepping in front of me.Not rushing forward.He’s—waiting.Watching.Adapting.“You’re hesitating,” I say.“I’m thinking.”That’s new too.Because Leon doesn’t hesitate.Leon moves.Leon decides.Leon acts.But now—he’s studying it.Like it’s studying us.The thing in the dark shifts.Slow.Measured.Not aggressive.Not yet.Testing.“Don’t provoke it,” he murmurs.“I wasn’t planning to.”“Good.”Silence stretches.Heavy.Tense.But controlled.The eyes flicker slightly.Then—it steps forward.Not fully visible.Just enough.A shape.Humanoid—but wrong.Too smooth.Too precise.Like something designed to look human.But not be.My

“Don’t move.”Leon’s voice is quiet, but it lands like a command anyway.I stop.Not because he told me to.Because I feel it too.That presence.At the end of the corridor.Waiting.Watching.Human.But not.“Do you see them?” I whisper.“Yeah.”Them.Not him.That’s the first problem.The figure at the end of the hall doesn’t shift. Doesn’t react. Just stands there, perfectly still, like it’s been waiting longer than we’ve been running.The lights above flicker once—then stabilize.Cold white.Clear view.My breath catches.“There’s only one,” I say slowly.“Not exactly.”“What do you mean?”He doesn’t answer immediately.Because he’s analyzing.Breaking it down.Not reacting.That’s the second thing I notice.Before—he would’ve moved already.Now—he waits.Studies.Chooses.“That’s not a person,” he says finally.My chest tightens.“I figured that.”“No,” he adds, quieter. “It’s worse.”The figure tilts its head.Just slightly.Too smooth.Too precise.Like the creatures before—

“Authorization required.”The core splits wider.Light bleeds out—blinding, sharp, unnatural.I instinctively tighten my grip on Leon’s hand.“Tell me that’s not what I think it is,” I whisper.“…depends what you think it is,” he replies.“Something worse than everything we’ve seen so far.”“…then yeah.”The inner chamber reveals itself slowly.Not mechanical.Not fully.Something else.Something—familiar.My chest tightens before I even understand why.“No…” I breathe.Leon goes still beside me.Not tense.Not ready.Frozen.Like something just hit him—harder than anything else so far.“What?” I ask, turning to him.He doesn’t answer.He’s staring straight ahead.At the core.At what’s inside it.“Leon,” I press. “What is that?”A pause.Then—“…it’s not possible.”That’s not an answer.“That’s not helpful.”“I know.”“Then tell me.”The light stabilizes.And I see it.A figure.Suspended inside the core.Connected.Alive.My breath catches.“Another subject?” I ask.“No.”Leon’s v

“Fight it.”My voice cracks.Not loud.But urgent enough to cut through everything.Leon’s body is rigid beside me, like he’s holding himself together by force alone. His jaw is clenched, eyes flickering—fighting something I can’t see but can feel.That pressure.That pull.Like the system is reaching inside him.Rewriting.Reclaiming.“You cannot resist your design,” the voice repeats.“Shut up!” I snap.The core pulses harder.The chamber hums violently.Leon stumbles.Just slightly.But it’s enough.I grab his arm instantly.“I’ve got you,” I say.“Don’t—” he grits out.“I’m not letting go.”“Maria…”His voice shifts.Not fully.But enough to send a chill down my spine.“Look at me,” I say.He doesn’t.Still staring ahead.Still locked on something I can’t see.“Leon,” I try again, softer now. “Look at me.”Slowly—too slowly—his head turns.His eyes meet mine.And for a second—he’s there.Fully.Clear.Present.“Stay with me,” I whisper.“I’m trying.”“I know.”“Not enough.”“Th