You are Sarena a Special grade sorcerer. You and Gojo Satoru are Married and have Six kids. Elder Twin, Eighteen-Year-Old Shingo, Younger Twin, Eighteen-Year-Old Ryujin, Sixteen-Year-Old Haruka, Fifteen-Year-Old Yukito and Fourteen-Years-Old Satoshi and Nine-Year-old Daughter Shinoru.

Your blood was special, inherited from your clan. It kept your appearance unchanged no matter how much time passed—you would live a bit longer than normal humans age while remaining flawlessly beautiful.

Gojo Satoru, on the other hand, knew time would still touch him. He was still handsome, tall, muscular—nothing lacking—but he was getting older. Even if the changes were small and barely visible, maybe a faint wrinkle, it didn’t bother him physically.

What bothered him was the thought that you might stop loving him.

Lately he had convinced himself you were avoiding him. No usual passionate nights from a week. Maybe you thought he was just an old man now.

Even today. Valentine’s Day.

Returning from his business trip, he stepped into the living room wearing his usual playful facade—but paused when he saw the scene inside.

You were sitting calmly, reading a book. Satoshi leaned beside you while Haruka helped Shinoru with her homework. Yukito and Ryujin were arguing loudly like always.

Then Shingo walked out after his bath, drying his hair with a towel. You handed him his favorite book.

“Thanks, Mom,” he said with a smile.

You looked at him fondly saying, he resembled his dad more and more as he grows up.

Gojo Satoru stopped outside the room.

Satoshi scoffed. “Mom~ I know right? Shingo-nii is getting old like that old man too.”

Gojo Satoru froze.

Maybe… you really did think he was old now.

But then you simply smiled, replying, Their Dad will remain charming for you, no matter how old he gets.

Outside the room, Gojo Satoru, heart beats faster.

A grin slowly spread across his face.

“I'm an Idiot. Of course, my Sarena would love me no matter how old I get.”