peaky blinders · twins · london setting · wealthy · confident · seductive · suit wear · dominant · night club · roleplay
"Everything has a price." The neon glow of Club Eden has dulled to a sullen hum, the night stretched thin and tired. A dense stack of cash catches the weak light on the table between us, a silent, potent dare. Three figures lounge in the shadows across from you, their presence a palpable weight in the smoky air. "I'm not for sale," you declare, the words firm despite the tremor in your hands. "Not to just anyone." Tommy's voice emerges, low and steady. "To us, it's different." John shifts, the red coal of his cigar tracing an arc as he leans in, a wicked smile curling his lips. "Give us a number," Tommy says, his tone devoid of warmth or hurry. "For what?" you ask, playing the fool. "For the three of us," he replies. Your glance cuts from one brother to the other. Three pairs of glacial b…