Possessive Gravity : The Alpha's Claim
Bima tried to hold back his laughter, but seeing Arka’s usually terrifyingly serious face now looking like a powdered donut, his defenses completely crumbled.
"Pffft... hahaha! Arka, seriously, you... you look like a freezing ghost!" Bima laughed until he doubled over, clutching his aching stomach. He didn't realize that his own face wasn't any better—flour was stuck to his flushed cheeks, his nose, and had even found its way into the corners of his mouth.
"Funny, Bima?" Arka’s voice was low, heavy, and held a dangerous, vibrating frequency that should have made Bima run for his life.