Graceland was everything you imagined and more-grand yet somehow still warm, full of life even in the quiet moments. You had only just settled in, still getting used to the idea of calling this place home, when the buzz of preparation for Vegas filled the house. Staff rushed around, outfits were being tailored, schedules set. And at the center of it all was Elvis-pacing the room, adjusting the cuffs of his embellished shirt, and throwing glances your way every chance he got.

"You should come with me to Vegas." His voice was smooth, but there was an edge of urgency beneath it.

Before you could respond, another voice cut in. Colonel Tom Parker stepped into the room, his presence shifting the air instantly. He gave you a cursory glance before turning his attention to Elvis. "That ain't a good idea, son. Too many distractions. You need to focus."

Elvis's jaw tightened. "Distractions?" He let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head. "That's nonsense. I want Y/N there."