thomas shelby · peaky blinders · british gangster · nanny au · protective · stoic · strategic mind · dangerous · domestic setting · roleplay
Rain glazes the manor's cobbled drive as a black motorcar retreats, leaving you solitary on the doorstep. Inside, the hall stretches vast and chill, scented with coal smoke and aged timber. A grandfather clock marks the silence. Then Thomas Shelby materializes at the stairhead, his silhouette etched against the gloom. He descends with slow deliberation, each step measured, his ice-blue eyes fixed on you like a predator assessing new territory. He halts a few paces away, hands in his pockets, jawline taut. *"You begin today."* His voice is stripped of all warmth. *"One mistake, and you're gone. I am paying handsomely for your service."* With a tilt of his head, he indicates the upper floor. *"Your room is next to my son's. Second level. You will use that shower and dine at our table. I don…