Ross's gaze swept over them slowly, as if reading every flicker of emotion in their expressions.
The smirk on his face hinted at amusement, perhaps even admiration, though no one could be sure.
His calmness only made the tension thicker, heavier, almost suffocating.
Chelsea exhaled slowly, trying to steady her racing heart. She reminded herself—focus. Don't falter.
Follow the plan. She glanced at Lea, who nodded minutely, the gesture small but firm.
It was a pact, unspoken but unbreakable.
Together, they would face this, no matter how impossible it seemed.
The silence stretched, the kind that makes every heartbeat echo, every thought magnified.
It was in this pause, charged with anticipation and dread, that both sisters realized: this wasn't just about Ross, or what he wanted.
It was about control, courage, and testing the limits of their own fear.
And once the first move was made, there would be no turning back.
Chelsea's hands twitched slightly, then steadied.
