Times up
In the early morning, as the sun began its ascent, a house stood proudly amidst the vast meadow. Nestled in the heart of the meadow, the house boasted a spacious backyard, while a dense forest beckoned from a distance, offering an ideal setting for honing survival skills.
Meanwhile, at the front of the house, a road meandered, connecting the main gate to the dwelling. Inside one of the rooms, a young boy sat upon his bed, his legs crossed and his upper body partially exposed, revealing a well-toned physique that exuded strength without being overly muscular.
Standing at around 160 cm tall, his long hair cascaded down, gently brushing against the bed's surface. The boy appeared deeply focused, his captivating expression captivating any woman fortunate enough to lay eyes upon his handsome face.
"Desmond, breakfast is ready," a mature woman's voice called out softly from outside the room.