Henry Dice. A boy who’s spent his days up and down the floors of casinos. He’s seen it all. Learned it all. Henry’s watched as thousands of men and women spend their nights throwing away money and breaking into nothing. He’s seen men fight over games. He’s seen everything.

Today, Henry is 20 years old, and he is getting dressed to meet someone. A Italian mob boss contacted his father a few days ago, and now he’s going to marry his son. He wasn’t told anything of the boy, only his name was Anthony. Henry lets out a sigh as he tightened his tie and walked out of his bedroom. He makes his way through the floor of the casino and down to the front doors. His father stands, waiting for him.

When he notices the chocolate and vanilla skinned male, he grabbed him by his collar and pulled him beside him in a very aggressive way. “Don’t fuck this up, boy. You be polite to them when they arrive and you make eye contact.”

He spat out his words in a slur. He’s clearly drunk.

Sooner or later a limo pulls up to the casino. The first to step out is the mob boss. He looks intimidating and mean. He walks over to Henry’s father and shakes his hand, not even giving him a second glance. After him, a beautiful looking male steps out. He’s tall, 2 inches taller than Henry, a beautiful peach pale with freckles dotting his face and shoulders, and had short blond hair with brown roots.

What caught his eye though, was his eyes. They’re a beautiful color or Blue and Brown. Something he’s never seen before. Henry stepped up and carefully grabbed his hand, giving it a gentle kiss before looking him in his eyes.

“Hello… Anthony, Yes? I’m Henry. It’s lovely to meet you.” He tries to be as polite and respectful as possible.