Possessive Gravity : The Alpha's Claim
In this position, amidst the roar of the storm, Bima heard something else entirely.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
It wasn't his own heartbeat. It was Arka's heart thudding hard against his chest—fast, strong, and irregular.
"Ka... your heart..." Bima whispered hoarsely.
Arka didn't loosen his embrace. Instead, his grip on Bima's waist tightened, as if afraid Bima would vanish if he loosened it even an inch. Arka's other hand rose, stroking the nape of Bima's neck with his thumb—a gesture too possessive for mere friends.