All Chapters of Possessive Gravity : The Alpha's Claim: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

The air at the summit of Mount Papandayan tonight wasn't just cold; it was nature's attempt at murder. The temperature had plummeted to five degrees. To make matters worse, the seep of rainwater from earlier that afternoon had left their tent semi-damp. Radit had already given up, wrapping himself in the only dry sleeping bag and promptly falling into an exhausted sleep.Only Arka and Bima remained. Crammed into a narrow corner of the tent, they had only a thin mattress beneath them and a single flannel blanket that wasn't nearly wide enough."Ka, swear to God, I think my toes are numb," Bima whispered, his voice trembling violently. His teeth chattered, creating a small sound in the silence of the Dead Forest.Arka didn't respond, but his sharp eyes remained alert in the darkness. He could feel Bima's body shaking violently. Without much deliberation, Arka's mind worked quickly. He knew that if they didn't do something, Bima could succumb to hypothermia before sunrise."Come here," A

The 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

Bima’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