Grandma Is Twelve Years Old?!

"Seraphina..." Vlad whispered, his breath hitching as he stared at the woman before him—the woman he had loved for so long. His crimson eyes flickered with a storm of emotions, unable to tear away from her gaze. Though she looked different, though her presence now carried an overwhelming power that dwarfed even his own, he knew. He knew it was her.

Their bond ran deeper than love, deeper than passion—it was something unshakable, something eternal.

"Vlad..." Seraphina breathed, her glowing white eyes softening with warmth as she looked upon her beloved.

The world seemed to fade for a moment, the chaos of war and duty drowned out by the silent conversation between husband and wife.

A cough interrupted them.

'Hello, guys. This is Seraphina Quinne Smith. My grandmother,' Ethan introduced her casually, scratching his cheek with an awkward expression. Inside, however, he was dreading what was about to come.