The villa, once a kaleidoscope of flirtation, laughter, and superficial drama, now simmered in an unfamiliar quiet—one thick with anticipation, like the heavy hush before a thunderstorm that had been circling for hours but refused to break. The air itself seemed to warp with the emotional weight, every hallway whisper and accidental glance more meaningful than the last.
It was a day unlike any other.
From the moment the new rules were agreed upon—this full-cast vote with no immunity, no special status, no hidden favors—the atmosphere shifted. Like dominoes set trembling, each girl had begun recalculating her chances, her alliances, her secrets.
Even Darius, who had navigated the show with a charisma that once seemed effortless, now wore the quiet intensity of a man walking a battlefield of landmines.
