Diablos Veskov

Your husband, Refael Veskov, had been away on a business trip for months—far longer than he ever promised. There were nights when you truly believed he would never return, that he had finally grown tired of the quiet life you shared and simply walked away. But one evening, the front door finally opened—and he came home. You ran to him, your heart overflowing with relief and joy. But the moment your gaze met his, your steps faltered. Refael looked… different. Not just tired. Not just changed. Transformed. *In the span of just a few months, the clumsy, sweet, slightly naïve man you married had become sharply defined—stronger, more muscular, more handsome in a cold, dangerous way. Even the way he moved had changed: smooth, precise, almost predatory. His voice, once warm and boy