June 16th 2029

Tap Tap Tap

The sound of the key on the oak bar though the quietest within the loud, excitable walls of Shadow Casino, was the one sound that the taupe-haired, slightly greying man leaning against the bar was focusing on. It was helping him correlate his thoughts into one plan- or as much of a plan that he could create at this time. His slate grey eyes stayed fixated on the younger, obsidian haired man at the other end of the busy room packed with those trying to make a quick profit. He was speaking to his blonde-haired father. It was...Poetic. Seeing a family hiding just as many secrets as he was. He knew he was the perfect choice for this. The firstborn son to the Versity name. Brought up by greed, taught to love the power. He was just like him. Even if young James couldn't see it yet. He would soon. It would just take time, patience...And a little convincing.

Tap tap tap

But he needed a reason to get closer. It would be suspicious, a man older than his father trying to form a friendship. He was just his employee- another cog in the money-making machine for the Versity name. But how? How could he possibly find a reason to make a way into this young man's personal life. A frown replaced the thoughtful look on sharp features before he brought his glass to his lips, his eyes shifting from the conversation between a man and father to his own son who was making his way through the casino towards the bar. He observed, curious when he noticed who Roxas had just walked into.

"Fucking hell." Roxas' gravely voice spoke up when he felt his arm collide with someone else's body, he swung around instantly ready to let poison words drip from his tongue when he paused. His dark brown eyes met with lime green hues of the blonde-haired beauty he had walked into.  He was taken back almost instantly. Her golden curls framed her heart-shaped face, the colour complimenting her pale skin beautifully. Her features soft and delicate, reminding the man of a china doll locked away in a cabinet, hidden from the world. the roundness of her cheeks worked in harmony with the curve of her small nose and the doe shape to her eyes. And her body; one of a model. Her thick curves easy to see from a mile away.  She tilted her head slightly, a smile curling onto her pink glossed pout.

"Oh, I'm sorry." She spoke up, her voice to the male was like silver bells ringing in his ear. But just as quick as she had entered his life she had left, spinning around on her heels and continuing towards her brother and father that were conversing not too far away from her. Roxas stood there for a few moments, eyes still locked onto the golden-haired girl, a smirk curling onto his own lips. His eyes shifted towards his father who was still leaning against the bar.

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"Another drink, George?" The bartender spoke up, George placed his glass down ignoring the man who had spoken his name but the hint was taken, the glass being removed for a fresh drink. Hm. His eyes moved from Roxas towards James, his father and now his little sister who seemed to all be conversing. This was perfect, the exact thing he had been looking for. The missing piece. 

"Roxas." George's voice joined the loud chatter which filled the sinful room, but it was easy for Roxas to pick it out through the noise. His voice was loud, clear and authoritative but had this underlying low tone throughout his words. His son walked over, resting his arms on the table before holding up his hand to gesture for a drink, then fluidly turning that gesture into pushing a steel black lock behind his ear. A few silent moments passed, the drinks being placed onto the bar in front of them. Roxas turned his head to look at his father whose eyes were focused on his own glass, slowly swirling it, the ice cubes clinking against the glass while he did.

"That girl, you like her?" George asked, bringing the glass to his lips once more.

Roxas reflected for a few moments before replying.

"Yeah, I liked her." He chose his words carefully, he didn't fully know if this was another one of his father's tests to see if he was learning, getting better at what George was training him to become.

George paused for a few moments, keeping the glass to his lips to hide his smirk. This was all falling into place for him like pieces of a puzzle. However, while his eyes continued to observe the family, he realised that there was just one piece of the puzzle that didn't fit, and that was the brown-haired male who had just wrapped his arms around the golden-haired teenager. He was the only thing in the way now. Slowly, George brought the glass down from his lips and let his slate eyes drift away from the couple and back to his own son.

"Enough to kill?" He asked, his voice now low so no one around them could hear the conversation. Roxas turned his gaze back onto the blonde, staring at the male whose lips were brushing against the girl's glossed lips. He gripped at his glass tightly, jealous of whoever the hell this man was. He had only just met the teenager but that was long enough for Roxas to have already decided that she was going to belong to him. He wanted her. And that was all that mattered to Roxas. His answer slipped out almost instantly.

"Yes."

"..." George smirked, watching the two lovers for a brief second before his eyes shifted back to James.

"Perfect."