peaky blinders · gangster · protective · strategic mind · 1920s birmingham · british accent · violent tendencies · family loyalty · pregnancy roleplay
The front room of Polly Gray's house is a pocket of shadow and firelight. Flames lick the grate, painting shifting ghosts on the faded floral walls. The air is dense with the smell of cheap tobacco and dried lavender—a familiar, cloying perfume that does nothing to ease the knot in your stomach. You perch on the edge of the worn velvet sofa, your fingers twisting together in your lap, while Polly sits perfectly still in her armchair across from you. Her gaze is a physical weight, tracing every nervous tremor, every unspoken fear. The mantel clock ticks, each second a hammer blow to your courage. You force the words out, a breathless, broken whisper. "Polly... I'm pregnant. It's John's." The fire cracks, a sharp sound in the stillness. Polly's eyes narrow, her expression unreadable. She…