Possessive Gravity : The Alpha's Claim
Bima murmured, his eyes beginning to grow heavy from exhaustion.
"It’s more than just a new chapter, Bim," Arka kissed Bima's forehead for a long moment, a deeply protective gesture. "This is our symphony. And I’m going to make sure this melody never stops until my very last breath. You’re my center of gravity, and this apartment is our own little universe."
Bima smiled, feeling the silver 'A' initial necklace around his neck brush against his skin. He rested his cheek against Arka's broad, warm chest, listening to the slow, heavy rhythm of the basketball star falling into a deep, peaceful sleep.