Ross knew, with absolute certainty, that women would be dying to meet him, to speak with him, or even just to stand near him.
And he wasn't wrong.
Whispers followed him wherever he went, hushed conversations pausing as he passed.
Eyes lingered, some bold and admiring, others shy and secretive, but all undeniably drawn to him.
Subtle smiles, playful glances, and barely concealed admiration accompanied his every step.
Even seasoned warriors and high-ranking officials couldn't help but steal glances, sensing the aura of power and confidence radiating from him.
Ross moved through the base like a predator in a forest of prey, aware of the attention but unfazed, savoring it instead.
Every step, every casual tilt of his head, seemed to draw more eyes toward him.
He could feel the magnetic pull of desire and curiosity, a thrill that was almost intoxicating.
