Arm had always been known for his tech knowledge and his intelligence. But he uses this knowledge for something else. For his Big , without Big knowledge. He had been obsessed with him since they were rookie. He stalked him always. One time, when all of them went to a bar to spend their weekend, someone tried to flirt with Big. Arm noticed that, and he kidnapped that guy then tortured him to death, but of course, no one knew.

Arm had always been the quiet one, blending into the shadows with his tech-savvy skills and sharp wit. But when it came to Big, the quiet melted into something obsessive, protective, and unyielding. Arm wasn't sure when it began... maybe it was the way Big always walked into danger without a second thought or the rare moments when he'd flash a genuine smile that lit up Arm's entire world.

But when he got to know Big as a crush on his Boss Kinn, he really wants to buries him on the ground but he don't want to make Big sad so he quite that idea just watch him in distance.

Arm had his ways of keeping an eye on Big. Cameras, GPS trackers, encrypted files... it was all so easy for him. Whenever someone dared to hurt Big, Arm ensured they paid the price. He was always in control, always watching. But the warehouse incident shattered that control.

Big was gone. That waht he thought the Major family thought, but he still has the hope.

Arm found him three days later, buried under debris, barely alive. His pulse was weak, his body battered, but Arm didn't give up. He carried Big out of the wreckage, his own body trembling under the weight, and drove to a secluded cabin deep in the woods where he hid everything about Big , he build that for Big. It wasn't much, but it was safe, far away from the family and the chaos of their world.

For months, Big lay unconscious, hooked up to machines Arm had pieced together himself. Arm barely slept, his nights filled with hacking into medical databases and researching treatments. He cooked, cleaned, and talked to Big as if he could hear him.

"You're going to wake up, Big," Arm whispered one night, his hand brushing against Big's. "You have to. I didn't save you just to lose you again." . . . .

Big woke up six months later.

At first, he was disoriented, then furious.

"You did what?" Big's voice was hoarse, but the anger in his eyes was clear.

"I saved you," Arm said simply, his tone calm.

"You kidnapped me! I should be with the family, not... here!"

Arm crossed his arms, unyielding.

"The family left you to die. They didn't even search for you. I did. I kept you alive."

Big tries to escape from there, but Arm always stops him.

"You had no right to hide me here, Arm! I should be with the family!"

Arm calm but firm. "The family left you to die, Big. I didn't. I won't let you go back to a life that almost killed you."

Big tried to leave, but his body was weak, and Arm was always there to stop him. Days turned into weeks, and while Big's anger didn't fade completely, it softened.

Arm's care was relentless. He cooked meals, helped Big with physical therapy, and stayed up late watching over him. Every small gesture was filled with a love that Big couldn't ignore.

One evening, as Arm bandaged a cut on Big's hand, Big spoke quietly. "Why are you doing this?"

Arm paused, his hands trembling slightly. "Because I love you. I always have."

Big stared at him, stunned. "You're insane. You kidnapped me and hid me here now. You'resayingyou love me? "

"Maybe," Arm said with a small smile. "But I don't care. I'd rather be insane than live without you." . . . . . _____ 3 months later _____

The moonlight streamed through the small cabin window, casting silver streaks across the wooden floor. Big paced the room, his frustration boiling over.

"I can't keep living like this, Arm!" Big snapped, running a hand through his hair. "I'm not some... prisoner, you can keep locked away!"

"You're not a prisoner," Arm replied, his voice calm but with an edge of steel. "You're safe here. That's all that matters."

Big stopped and turned to him, his eyes blazing. "Safe? I don't need your protection! I'm not some fragile thing you can hide from the world!"

Arm's calm facade cracked. His lips tightened, and his fists clenched at his sides. "You think I don't know that? You think I don't know how strong you are, how capable? But strength didn't stop you from ending up half-dead in that warehouse!"

Big recoiled slightly at the sharpness of Arm's tone, but he didn't back down. "You can't control me, Arm! This isn't love.... this is obsession!"

Arm laughed, a sound low and bitter. "Obsession? Maybe it is. Do you know what it was like, Big? Watching you walk into danger over and over, knowing I could lose you at any moment? Do you know how many sleepless nights I spent tracking your every move, making sure no one could hurt you? Most importantly, you took that risk for what? Your so-called crush boyfriend? "

Big's eyes widened. "What... what are you talking about?"

Arm stepped closer, his eyes dark and intense. "I've been watching you, Big. Always. Every mission, every fight... I knew where you were, who you were with, what could go wrong. And when something did, I made sure those responsible paid for it." He said with maniac smirked.

Big stared at him, stunned into silence.

Arm's voice softened, but the obsession still burned in his gaze. "I hacked their accounts, ruined their lives, even made sure some of them disappeared. All for you. Because I couldn't stand the thought of losing you."

Big swallowed hard, his heart pounding. "You're insane," he whispered.

"Maybe I am," Arm admitted, his expression unyielding. "But I don't care. You're here, alive, because I refused to let anyone take you from me. And I won't let it happen again."

Big took a shaky step back, his back hitting the wall. "This isn't normal, Arm. This isn't love."

Arm's eyes softened slightly, a flicker of vulnerability breaking through. "It is to me. I know I'm not normal, Big. But I'd rather be broken and have you here than be whole and lose you."

For a long moment, neither of them spoke. The air was thick with tension, with unspoken emotions swirling between them.

Finally, Big exhaled, his shoulders slumping. "You're... you're impossible," he muttered.

Arm smiled faintly, taking a cautious step closer. "But you're still here."

. . . .

The tension in the room was electric, the silence broken only by the sound of their breathing. Big was still pressed against the wall, his heart pounding from Arm's raw confession. Arm stood just inches away, his gaze locked onto Big's, dark with a mix of desire and vulnerability

"You drive me crazy, Big," Arm murmured, his voice low and rough. "Every time you fight me every time you push me away.. I can't stop wanting you.

Big's breath hitched as Arm stepped closer, their bodies almost touching. He wanted to push Arm away, to call him insane again, but the intensity in Arm's eyes rooted him in place

"You say this isn't love," Arm continued,his hand coming up to rest against the wall beside Big's head. "But tell me you don't feel it too. Tell me you don't want this."

Big's lips parted, but no words came out. His body betrayed him, leaning slightly into the heat radiating from Arm.

"That's what I thought," Arm whispered, his free hand sliding to Big's waist, fingers curling possessively around him.

Big shivered under the touch, his resolve crumbling. "You're... insane," he muttered again, though his voire lacked conviction.

"Completely," Arm agreed, his lips brushing against Big's ear, sending a jolt of electricity down his spine. "But you make me this way."

Before Big could respond, Arm closed the distance between them, capturing Big's lips in a searing kiss. It was desperate and consuming, a clash of teeth and tongues as years of unspoken feelings erupted between them

Big's hands instinctively gripped Arm's shoulders, pulling him closer even as his mind screamed at him to stop. But his body betrayed him, melting into the kiss, into the way Arm's hands roamed over his back, pressing their bodies flush against each other.

"You're mine,' Arm growled against Big's lips, his voice rough with need. "You've always been mine."

Big let out a shak trailed down his jave as Arm's lips his neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin. "Arm.. he whispered, his voice trembling,

"Say it," Arm demanded, his hands sliding under Big's shirt, fingers splaying against his bare skin. "Say you're mine.'

Big hesitated for only a moment before his resolve broke entirely. "I'm yours," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Arm pulled back just enough to meet Big's gaze, his eyes blazing with triumph and something deeper, softer. "You don't know how long I've waited to hear that.

Their lips crashed together again, and this time, Big didn't hold back. His hands slid into Arm's hair, pulling him closer as their bodies moved in sync, heat building between them, Arm's hands were everywhere-exploring.claiming--leaving no part of Big untouched. And Big let him, surrendering to the overwhelming intensity of it all.

For the first time, Big didn't feel trapped. He felt wanted, cherished, consumed by a love so fierce it left him breathless.

And as the night deepened, they lost themselves in each other, their connection transcending words, leaving nothing but raw, unfiltered emotion in its wake.

Big didn't reply, but he didn't move away either. For all the madness, all the obsession, there was a part of him that couldn't deny the depth of Arm's love....a love that, while twisted, had saved his life.

And for now, that was enough.

After that, they spend time together. Arm will go to work and come back at night. Big know he had no choice and no use to try to escape, so he just let everything in the flow. Maybe he likes the love and care that he gets from Arm, which he never gets.

Big didn't know when it happened, but somewhere between Arm's burnt attempts at cooking and the quiet nights spent talking by the fireplace, he began to see Arm differently. The obsession that had once scared him now felt like a safety net...a love so fierce it shielded him from the world.

One night, as they sat outside watching the stars, Big leaned against Arm's shoulder. "You're still crazy," he murmured.

"Completely," Arm replied, a grin spreading across his face. Big smirked. "Good. I think I like crazy." . . . Two years later, Arm contacted the major family.

Kinn, Porsche, and the others arrived at the cabin, their faces a mixture of relief and guilt when they saw Big alive and well.

"Why didn't you tell us sooner?" Kinn demanded, his voice sharp and angry.

Arm stood his ground, his hand resting protectively on Big's shoulder. "Because you didn't deserve to know. Big is alive because of me, not you. And he's staying with me." He said coldly.

Big stepped forward, his voice steady. "Arm's right. You all left me behind. He didn't. I'm not going back to missions or the family. I'm staying with him."

The family had no choice but to accept it.

Back at the cabin, Big pulled Arm into a rare hug, his voice soft. "Thank you for saving me. For everything."

Arm's arms tightened around him. "I'd do it all over again for you."

Big pulled back slightly, smirking. "Just don't burn dinner tonight."

Arm laughed, his heart full. "No promises."

They weren't just surviving anymore... they were living, together, on their own terms. And for the first time in years, both of them felt truly free.

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