Possessive Gravity : The Alpha's Claim
"He is my best protector. He is also ... the suspected murderer of my older brother."
Arka and Bima's friendship was never normal. On campus, Arka was an ice-cold figure with a sturdy, athletic physique and an overly protective instinct. Behind closed doors—from sharing a single blanket on a mountain to the stuffy atmosphere of the basketball locker room—Arka always demanded absolute dominance, claiming and marking Bima's body as if the guy belonged solely to him.
Bima didn't resist. He deliberately surrendered, intentionally trapping himself in the snare of Arka's possessive passion for one secret mission: to gather dark evidence of the fatal accident five years ago to destroy Arka's life.
However, playing with fire with a predator like Arka was a fatal mistake. When a rival named Satya tried to get close and the terror of the past began to threaten Bima's life, Arka's pure instincts fully emerged. From a broken elevator to a heated confrontation on a rooftop, Bima realized that his scheme had backfired. Arka didn't just want to protect him—Arka wanted to isolate Bima in his private apartment, lock him away from the outside world, and ensure Bima would never be able to run anywhere.
"I don't just want to protect you, Bim. I want to mark you, so everyone knows you belong only to me."
As the bloody truth of the past peeled away, was Bima's surrender a tactic of revenge ... or the very beginning of a pure obsession he could no longer control?
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Chapter: Chapter 9 Hidden MessageArka’s world collapsed onto a small, neon-yellow memo slip tucked between page 142 of his Calculus textbook. The handwriting was messy, typical of Bima who was always in a rush, but the content was enough to make Arka’s blood boil instantly. ‘Ka, your shirt that you left on my bed still smells so much like you. I wore it to sleep last night while imagining your hands were everywhere. Want to hear the details or should I demonstrate it live when Radit is at futsal practice this afternoon?’ Arka crumpled the paper until it was crushed completely in his fist. His jaw tightened, creating a terrifyingly sharp line on his usually stoic face. Arka didn't wait a single second. He snatched his motorcycle keys, entirely ignoring the lecturer who had just stepped into the classroom, and walked out with the predatory aura of a wolf tracking its prey. The third floor of their building was dead silent. Radit wasn't around, exactly as written in that
Last Updated: 2026-07-09
Chapter: Chapter 8 The Scent of Coffee and Morning The aroma of coffee was sharp and rich, creeping into the cracks of Bima’s dreams before finally forcing his eyes open. The morning Jakarta sun, which usually felt like an annoyance, filtered softly across the messy gray sheets. Bima stretched, feeling his muscles ache with a subtle stiffness—a lingering trace of the intense, frantic friction in the elevator last night that remained in his memory like a fresh tattoo.He turned to his side. The spot next to him was empty, but the pillow was still indented, holding a faint, familiar body heat.The sharp sizzle of margarine in a pan and the metallic clink of a spatula brought him back to reality. Bima pulled himself out of bed, wearing nothing but black boxers and one of Arka’s white t-shirts. It was two sizes too big, causing the collar to sag and expose pale shoulders mapped with raw, crimson marks. He padded groggily toward the cramped apartment kitchen, which suddenly felt entirely full of life.Ark
Last Updated: 2026-07-09
Chapter: Chapter 7 The Stalled Elevator This hunk of junk creaked once, and then the world instantly went dead. In that split second, gravity seemed to vanish, leaving my stomach stranded back on the tenth floor. The deafening screech of metal slamming against the emergency brakes echoed through the cramped shaft, before finally being swallowed by a silence that was far more terrifying."Shit! What the hell was that?!" Bima shrieked, his voice cracking in the pitch-black void.I couldn't see a thing. Absolute, suffocating darkness. The only sound cutting through the void was the frantic rush of Bima's breathing, turning short and shallow. I knew he loathed dark, claustrophobic spaces. I knew exactly how his lungs tended to constrict the moment he felt trapped."Arka? Arka? Where are you? Don't mess around, damn it! Turn on your phone light!" Bima yelled, his hands wildly clawing at the empty air.I took a deep breath, forcing my own adrenaline-spiked heart to steady. "I'm right
Last Updated: 2026-07-08
Chapter: Chapter 6 Nameless JealousyBima’s chest felt as if it had been struck by a sledgehammer. A suffocating heat tightened around his throat, leaving a bitter taste he couldn't swallow. From across the crowded faculty building lobby, he stared at a sight that made his entire body tense. Arka—his stoic, unyielding Arka who rarely spared a word for anyone—was laughing softly with a senior named Satya. Satya was handsome, popular, and currently radiating confidence as he boldly patted Arka’s shoulder, whispering something that made Arka stay put instead of pulling away.Bima ripped his gaze away. He clenched his backpack straps until his knuckles turned stark white, his usual cheerful façade shattering instantly. Turning on his heel, he chose to disappear into the dimly lit hallway leading toward the old laboratory corridor—a place usually deserted at this hour. He didn't need to watch that scene for another second. He didn't need to feel his ego and his heart being flayed alive by a jealousy that had no right to exist
Last Updated: 2026-07-08
Chapter: Chapter 5 Sweat on the CourtThe basketball slammed into the asphalt with a thud as loud as Bima’s racing heartbeat. The 4:00 PM Jakarta sun was merciless, scorching skin and turning sweat into rivers that drenched his temples. Before him, Arka stood like a stone wall—solid, drenched in sweat, and giving Bima absolutely no room to breathe."Again, Bim. Don't go soft," Arka's voice was deep, raspy from thirst but filled with lethal provocation.Bima smirked faintly, trying to steady his labored breathing. His white tank top was transparent with sweat, clinging tightly to his heaving chest. Bima lunged forward, executing a quick crossover to get past Arka. But Arka was too dominant. With one efficient, athletic movement, Arka cut off his path. Their bodies collided.Bruk!Skin met skin, both equally hot and damp. The friction created an instant burning sensation. Bima lost his balance, his foot caught on Arka’s oversized sneaker, and he sprawled onto the rough concrete court."Ow! Dammit..." Bima winced, clutching
Last Updated: 2026-07-06
Chapter: Chapter 4 Whispers in the LibraryThe scent of old paper and dust clinging to the teak shelves on the central library's fourth floor was usually the most potent sedative for final-year students. But for Bima, this unsettling silence was a stage for experimentation.Across from him, Arka sat upright. His gaze was fixated on a thick book about fluid mechanics as if the outside world didn't exist. Arka was always like that—too serious, too rigid, and too guarded with his secrets.Bima slowly shifted his chair. The screech of wood rubbing against the marble floor sounded loud in the profound silence. Bima paid no mind to the sharp glares from other students. His eyes were fixed on a single point: the calmly throbbing vein in Arka's neck.Since that night at the apartment, Bima had realized one thing: his phone was clear of messages from that unknown number. Its history was gone. Bima knew Arka had touched his phone while he was asleep. Arka was hiding something, and Bima had to lure it out."Ka," Bima whispered. His voice
Last Updated: 2026-06-27
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