kaiyianya
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The city didn't just sleep; it seemed to hold its breath whenever he walked into a room. He was a man who had curated his life into a perfect gallery of successes: untouchable assets, fleeting connections, and the intoxicating freedom of answering to no one.
Tonight, standing thirty floors above the glittering sprawl, he felt invincible. He was the master of his own untethered world, convinced that every risk he took was calculated, every outcome managed.
He didn't know that thousands of miles away, a different kind of calculation had finished. It wasn't measured in currency, but in years lost and secrets kept.
He didn't hear the storm approaching. It sat quietly in a sterile airport terminal, clutching a one-way ticket toward a stranger, carrying nothing but a backpack and a pair of eyes that mirrored his own.
The king was about to be dethroned. And he wouldn't even see it coming.