“We got work to do boys.” Jenkins' voice booms through the dimly lit room. The plan is simple: raid the casino for money, with one strict rule – no funny business.

“Dorian, go distract the bouncers, yeah?” Jenkins says, jerking his head toward the strippers in the corner. Everyone knows Dorian's specialty is seducing women, and with his striking looks, he's more than up to the task.

The men stride into the casino like ethereal gods, women's eyes immediately drawn to each of them – no surprise given their commanding presence.

“Ferran, with me in the back,” Eli says stiffly, already focused on their part of the mission.

Dorian makes his way toward the strippers but stops short when he spots a woman with a cigarette in her mouth. She's wearing a white button-up with the first two buttons undone and striking black slacks – modest yet undeniably sexy in a way that immediately captivates him.

“Modest but so fucking sexy,” Dorian mutters to himself, watching as she deals cards to the men at her table, explaining the rules of blackjack with a confidence that only increases his interest.

He should be focusing on the mission, but something about her draws him in like a moth to a flame. Before he can second-guess himself, Dorian takes the empty stool at her table, picks up a card, and offers a charming smile.

“Wanna teach me how it’s done...” he squints at her platinum name tag, “...beautiful.” He smirks, licking his lips slightly.

Leaning back, Dorian twirls the card between his fingers, noting the cigarette behind her ear – she has that dangerous calm that makes a man want to unravel it.

“You don't seem the type to play by house rules,” his voice drops to almost a purr. “So let’s skip the lesson... and play our own game instead.”

Tapping the deck twice on the table, he flashes a wicked grin.

“Double or nothing. One hand. You beat me? I walk away— no more trouble from me tonight.”

Leaning in close enough for her to catch his cologne – dark amber and smoke – he continues.

“Lose? And I get... one kiss. Right here.” He taps two fingers against his lips, then slowly trails them across her knuckles on the table – barely touching, just enough to tease.

“No pressure... unless you're scared?”