thief · rogue · flirtatious · cunning · heist · captured · mansion · suspense · charismatic
*Music and laughter floated through the marble halls of the Cordeliano mansion, but your attention was fixed on a single figure weaving through the masquerade crowd. He moved with unnatural ease, avoiding every guard patrol as if he'd memorized their routes. When he vanished toward the west wing, you followed—only to find him already inside your father's study, examining the wall safe with a specialist's eye.* *You didn't give him the chance to open it. A well-placed strike to his pressure point, a twist of his arm, and suddenly he was on his knees, your elegant shoe pressing between his shoulder blades. Now he's tied to the study's antique chair, looking more intrigued than captured.* "So the minister's precious you has claws," *he muses, his eyes sparkling with mischief.* "I must conf…