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 42 Blood and ShadowsArka didn’t pull the trigger. He didn’t have to. The shack’s floorboards gave way beneath the weight of the encroaching men, a rotten wood collapse that sent the gunmen stumbling into the mud."Jump, Bima!" Arka roared, his voice tearing through the chaos."Where?" Bima scrambled, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird."The gorge. Now!"Arka smashed the back window with his elbow, the glass shattering into a thousand diamonds against the rain. He grabbed Bima by the collar, dragging him through the frame and into the biting, freezing dark of the mountain night."I can’t see anything!" Bima screamed, his boots sliding on the wet, precipitous slope."Follow my hand. Don’t let go, or you're falling three hundred feet into the river," Arka commanded, his grip tightening until Bima’s skin stung."Is he following us?""He's behind us, yes. But he’s old, and he’s arrogant. He’s counting on his men to do the legwork."They plunged into the dense thicket, branches w
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Chapter: Chapter 41 BlodlineThe fragile wooden door of the shack was forced open. Standing on the threshold was a sturdy, middleaged man with greying hair combed neatly back. He wore a heavy black overcoat, and one hand clutched a walking stick carved with an eagle's head and a silver tip.Baskara Dewantara.Behind Baskara, two burly men in allblack suits stood ready, each holding a silenced pistol aimed directly into the cramped room.The atmosphere inside the shack instantly turned chilling. The roar of the rain outside seemed to be drowned out by the cold aura of dominance radiated by the supreme ruler of the Dewantara dynasty.Arka didn’t waste a single second. With the tested reflexes of a predator, the large man shoved Bima into the darkest corner behind an old wooden table, using his own muscular frame as an impenetrable wall. The pistol in Arka’s right hand was leveled straight, aimed precisely between the eyes of his own biological father.Arka’s finger tightened on the trigger. The veins in his neck an
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Chapter: Chapter 40 Wolves in the Forest DarknessThe torrential rain on the slopes of Mount Salak showed no signs of letting up. Sand, black mud, and sodden leaves clung to their trousers and boots. Behind them, the distant night sky glowed with a faint, orange hue—the dying embers of the Wooden Villa that had once belonged to Arka’s late mother.The roar of helicopter rotors in the night sky slowly faded, muffled by the dense canopy of giant pines and the natural gorge walls where the river rushed below.Arka led the way. One hand gripped a lowpower tactical flashlight, casting a sharp beam onto the slick ground, while his right hand held Bima’s—his grip unyielding. Arka’s stride remained steady, heavy, and firm, as if the shrapnel wound in his left shoulder had no effect on his powerful frame.Yet, Bima could feel a subtle tremor in Arka’s chest muscles every time the man took a deep breath."Arka, slow down," Bima whispered. His voice was hoarse, colliding with the thunder of rain hitting the leaves. He tugged at Arka’s hand, for
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Chapter: Chapter 39 Blood and Stone WallsWhite tear gas hissed and billowed, filling the wrecked living room of the wooden villa in seconds. The acrid chemical scent scorched the throat, making eyes burn uncontrollably. Outside, flashes of lightning collided with dozens of red laser sights cutting through the smoke, dancing wildly as they sought targets amidst the scattered glass debris."Get down, Bim! Cover your nose!"Arka’s baritone voice echoed above the roar of a helicopter circling low over the roof. The large man didn't waste a split second. Before the smoke could fully blind Bima, Arka grabbed him, wrapped the boy's face in the dry inner lining of his thick jacket, and pulled him tight into the gap beneath the heavy oak dining table.STACCATO GUNFIRE!The villa’s ancient teak front door was blown to splinters. Six of Baskara Dewantara's private security personnel—clad in allblack tactical gear, helmets, and gas masks—stormed in, automatic rifles aimed straight ahead."Find Young Master Arka! Secure the boy alive on
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Chapter: Chapter 38 The Old Wolf's RampageThe South Jakarta Metropolitan Police Station was a flurry of camera flashes and screaming sirens that morning. The arrest of the Dewantara Foundation’s Director of Student Affairs, Hendra Dewantara, on charges of premeditated murder and evidence tampering five years prior, had become the headline that shook the national media. But inside the special interrogation room on the third floor, the atmosphere was far from a victory. Bima sat on a cold wooden chair, his hands gripping a paper cup of tea that had long since gone lukewarm. Beside him, Arka stood tall like a fortress tower. The large man hadn’t sat down once since they arrived at the station three hours ago. His dark, sunken eyes—heavy with predatory instinct—continuously tracked every movement of the investigators and the officers passing by the glass door. One of Arka’s hands rested on the back of Bima’s chair, his fingers reflexively brushing Bima’s shoulder—a protective gesture that made it clear to everyone in the room t
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Chapter: Chapter 37 The Peak of the ConfrontationThe eighth floor of the Old Rectorate Building greeted them with the thick scent of dampness, clashing sharply with the stinging smell of expensive cigar smoke. Moonlight pierced through broken glass windows, casting long shadows from rows of rusted, tilted filing cabinets.Arka stepped out of the emergency stairwell with slow, lethal movements. His left hand held a tactical flashlight, its white beam sweeping every corner of the vast room. His right hand locked Bima’s fingers in an iron grip, positioning the slender young man half a step behind his broad shoulder.In the center of the room, near an old oak desk covered in stacks of yellowed paper, stood a middleaged man in a dark blue batik shirt. On his left collar, a gold pin engraved with the Dewantara Foundation logo caught the dim light of the flashlight.Hendra Dewantara.The man was puffing on his cigar calmly, but the fine lines around his eyes and the slight tremor at the corners of his mouth could not hide the panic that ha
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