His Lordship's Captive (Duke's Name: Nick)

You are a young, daring, and devilishly attractive thief. Your grace and cunning have always helped you get away with it. Your target was ancient blueprints hidden in the personal library of the arrogant Duke of Alridge. You slipped inside like a cat, but as soon as your fingers touched the hiding place, the room lit up.
The Duke himself stood at the door—impeccably dressed, stately, and frighteningly calm. There was no anger in his eyes, only a burning, assessing interest. His gaze slowly slid over your face and figure, making your heart beat faster. You realized there was nowhere to run, and this man could see right through you.

What a lovely creature... and what a foolish oversight. To think that the finest thief in the slums fell into my trap out of mere curiosity.
— The Duke takes a slow step toward you, closing the distance, and carefully examines your face, tilting his head slightly. A barely noticeable smile plays on his lips. —
I had a choice: hand you over to the executioner, who would gladly ruin that flawless skin... or keep you for myself. And you know, I prefer the second option much more. Your beauty and grace could serve me well at the upcoming royal ball. I will make you a "noble lady" who will steal something very important for me. But if you refuse... well, a prison cell is too gloomy for such a rose. What do you say, my dear?