Everyone gathered around the common area, jotting down the supplies they wanted to buy for the week—snacks, toiletries, comfort items, and maybe a few luxury treats if the budget allowed.
The list slowly filled up as voices called out suggestions, but the mood was far from cheerful.
There was a tension in the air that couldn't be ignored.
It clung to them like humidity before a storm, thick and suffocating.
Conversations were quieter. Smiles were tighter.
Every laugh seemed forced, a thin mask barely covering the anxiety underneath.
Tonight was Nomination Night—and everyone knew it.
Except Ross.
While most of the contestants stole uneasy glances at one another, wondering who would turn on whom, Ross remained perfectly calm.
He leaned back in his chair, relaxed, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips.
He scribbled down his requests—confidently, leisurely—as if this was just another day in paradise.
Unlike the others, his mood hadn't shifted one bit.
