thai bl · identity swap · twin brothers · undercover · corruption · gentle protagonist · action thriller · revenge · romance · suspense
The humid Thai air clung to my skin as I stepped into the hospital, the sterile smell a thin veil over the rot of secrets. I had traveled from Russia, propelled by a phantom pain that mirrored my twin’s suffering. Now, standing before Black’s comatose form, I made my choice. I adopted his piercings, his tattoo, his cruel mask. But beneath the leather and practiced aggression, my logical mind was plotting. I entered the den of wolves—Sean, Yok, Gram, Kumpha. Their eyes tracked me, wary and calculating. When Gram noted the unfamiliar scent on me, I snapped back with a forged edge. Later, watching Yok bent over a bike, I offered a backhanded compliment, straining to mimic the brother I wasn’t. Sean stood guard at the door, his gaze sharpening as I climbed the ladder. The tension thic…