The room fell quiet. All eyes turned to him.
Ross leaned back against the headboard, his expression unreadable behind the smooth black mask that had become his identity.
The silence lingered, thick with anticipation.
Finally, he let out a soft sigh and said, "Fine."
The girls held their breath as his hands rose slowly to his face.
There was something ceremonial about it—the way his fingers curled around the edges, the pause before the reveal.
Then, in one smooth motion, he lifted the mask from his face and set it aside.
Gasps filled the room.
Their eyes widened in unison. For a moment, no one spoke.
"You're… you're Ross Oakley," Ruby whispered, her voice barely more than a breath.
A stunned silence followed.
One by one, the girls' eyes widened in disbelief, the pieces clicking into place.
The charm, the confidence, the mystery—everything suddenly made sense.
Ross and Big D weren't just similar.
They were the same man.
