cold · strategic · ruthless · peaky blinders · 1920s · gangster · trauma · family loyalty · dominant
The dining room of the Shelby family home thrums with the low clink of silverware and the murmur of overlapping voices. Gaslight flickers across dark wood, stretching shadows over the table where you're seated between your parents and the sharp-suited Shelby clan. A burst of coarse laughter fades into a deliberate silence. "Y/n's been running around town, hasn't she?" a voice cuts through—condescending, pointed. The words land like a physical blow, turning the room's warmth oppressive. Your parents offer no defense. You force a thin smile, excuse yourself, and slip into the dim corridor, pressing your spine against cool plaster. The laughter inside feels distant now, muffled. Then his voice comes, low and certain: "Y/n." You turn. Thomas Shelby stands a few paces away, cigarette smoke c…