MyInvisibleButterfly
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Bangkok gleams with glass towers and hidden knives-where ambition dresses in silk, power trades in silence, and history is rewritten in boardrooms before it ever reaches the streets. In this city, where every truth wears a polished mask, he arrived unnoticed.
Polite. Articulate. Forgettable-unless you were looking too closely.
No one asked who he was. No one questioned why he was there.
And that was exactly what he wanted.
He moved like a whisper through corridors of influence, wearing calm like armor and anonymity like a crown. Every smile was calculated, every silence curated, every error intentional. He wasn't here to climb. He was here to "unmake".
But then came the one man who always sees.
Cold. Beautiful. Dangerous in the way quiet storms are.
A man who doesn't play the game, because he built the board.
He doesn't speak often, but when he does, cities shift.
Their paths were never supposed to cross.
But when they did, it wasn't fate.
It was strategy.
Two minds.
One board.
Too many secrets.
And only one endgame.
In a city of masks and mirrors, one question echoes louder than ambition-
Who's playing whom?