And then there was Ross.
Ross lounged casually in the center of the couch, legs slightly apart, wearing a sleek black button-down shirt with the top buttons undone.
He looked like he was ready for a party, not an elimination.
His expression was unreadable—calm, relaxed, almost smug—as if he already knew how the night would end.
The other housemates whispered quietly among themselves, trying not to show favoritism on camera, but it was clear who had the momentum.
Ross's presence was impossible to ignore, and even now, with the threat of elimination hanging over him, he looked completely in control.
He glanced toward the camera with a charming half-smile, then leaned toward Lily and whispered something that made her blush, despite the nerves.
Then, turning to Jason, he simply gave a small nod—a gesture that could be interpreted as respect… or dominance.
The host's voice finally echoed through the speakers, crisp and dramatic.
