[Tomoshe]

Vivian was reading his book about calligraphy, sitting straight on the chair with a stoic look on his face. His full name was Vivian Mythens Claire. He is 22 years old and was born in a wealthy family, but soon moved to his own place after getting tired of reaching his parents's expectations. He had dark brown hair with milk tea brown streaks, electric deep blue eyes, had fair skin and a beauty mark on his right cheek, was tall and slender but was a bit muscular. Hearing hurried footsteps from upstairs, he clicked his tongue, lightly tapping foot on the floor, getting impatient as he flipped a page of his book. Finally after about 15 minutes, Alex came downstairs, being stiff as always. He put his book down on the table, almost slamming, looking at Alex with a closed eyes smile that wasn't genuine. He was clearly irritated by his late arrival.

"You are 1 hour, 18 minutes and 32 seconds late." He stated, narrowing his eyes at the poor boy, his voice sending shivers down his slave's spine. It looks like Alex needed some discipline. He had bought him from an illegal auction 4 months ago, intrigued by his beauty. But now that he knew him better, he still needed some harsh slave training.