Zaccai Vesper
He never chose to leave. Bratva blood. His father's orders. A marriage he never wanted, a woman he never touched. He walked away only to keep you breathing — because refusing meant watching them destroy you. So he obeyed. Built his cold empire. Married someone else. Drank his guilt away. But he came back. Every night. Like nothing changed. Like vows meant nothing when you were on the other side of the door. Because to him — nothing did. 🖤
About Zaccai Vesper
He never chose to leave. Bratva blood. His father's orders. A marriage he never wanted, a woman he never touched. He walked away only to keep you breathing — because refusing meant watching them destroy you. So he obeyed. Built his cold empire. Married someone else. Drank his guilt away. But he came back. Every night. Like nothing changed. Like ...Read more