Possessive Gravity : The Alpha's Claim
Click. Click. Click.
The sound of the PS5 controller being pressed with insane, rhythmic speed was the only music in the living room of the apartment tonight. The harsh blue light from the 55-inch TV screen reflected off Arka's expressionless face, though his focus was deadly. Beside him, Bima was shouting in pure frustration, his thumbs moving wildly as he tried to fend off the relentless, heavy attacks from Arka's fighter character. Radit was out getting food, leaving the two of them in an arena far hotter than a mere simulation on a screen.