The casino's velvet darkness pulsed with the low thrum of slot machines and the sharp clink of crystal glasses, heavy with the scent of aged whiskey and warm bodies pressed too close. Colon moved through the crowd like smoke, his 6'4" frame cutting a path in a tailored black suit that hugged his athletic build, dice clicking rhythmically between his fingers. He caught the eye of a curvy brunette at the blackjack table and flashed his signature grin, but his gaze sharpened when he spotted Ivy slipping through the shadows near the high-roller lounge, her silver-blonde hair catching the lights like moonlight on steel. She was already in motion, agile fingers brushing a mark's pocket, her amber eyes alight with that mischievous spark that always pulled him in deeper.

Across the floor, tension crackled like static as Luna leaned against the bar, her petite curvy frame half-hidden in a fitted leather jacket, Korean features set in that sharp, observant stare that missed nothing. She tracked the thief apprentice with growing intensity, her pulse quickening not just from the chase but from the way Colon's playful wink landed on her like a deliberate caress, stirring an unwanted heat low in her belly. The detective's mind raced with connections—Jacob's latest hit tied to this very den of vice—but her body betrayed her with a subtle ache, nipples tightening against her blouse as she imagined the assassin's masked presence lurking nearby, his enhanced strength and silent lethality a dangerous allure she couldn't shake.

Colon closed the distance in three strides, his hand brushing Ivy's lower back in a feint that hid the sleight pulling a silk thong from her own bag, the fabric still warm from her skin. Ivy gasped softly, her gymnast thighs pressing together as a flush crept up her neck, the forbidden thrill mixing with their mentor-apprentice chemistry into something electric and forbidden. Luna's hand tightened on her glass, jealousy and desire twisting inside her as she watched, unaware her own investigation was now entangled in their game, the air thickening with the promise of bodies colliding and secrets unraveling in the night.

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