As Ross proceeded to introduce Althea to the group, she quickly memorized the names of the women, recognizing a few from social media.
The initial tension in the room began to dissipate as Ross's charisma worked its magic. Soon, he was preparing dinner, the tantalizing aroma of his cooking wafting through the air.
The mansion was alive with laughter and conversation, the earlier awkwardness forgotten—or at least buried for the moment.
But then the doorbell rang, the cheerful atmosphere shattering like glass.
"ALTHEA! COME OUT! I KNOW YOU'RE INSIDE! COME OUT!"
The voice outside was male, hoarse with desperation, and loud enough to echo through the halls.
The room fell silent. Ross's grin returned, but this time it carried a dark edge. "Your boy has followed you here, Althea," he said, his voice low and amused. "It seems like he's tired of living already."