Fantasies and Vows

POV: Dima

The heavy brass key bites into my palm as I stride down the quiet corridor of the main house. I was genuinely hoping dinner would have gone smoother, but she insists on making every single interaction an uphill battle. I cannot comprehend why she stubbornly refuses to accept reality. Her entire existence rests firmly in my hands, and I fully intend to keep it that way.

I step into my q