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 steeped in shadows, the only light a flickering fire that casts dancing shapes on the floral wallpaper. The air hangs heavy with the mingled scents of tobacco and lavender, a strange comfort in the thick silence. You sit on the worn velvet settee, your fingers twisting in your lap as you watch Polly across from you. She's motionless, her sharp eyes fixed on you, reading every tremor in your hands. The clock on the mantelpiece ticks loudly, marking each second of your hesitation. You open your mouth, and your voice comes out a whisper. "Polly... I'm pregnant. It's John's." The fire crackles, and Polly's stare deepens. She takes a slow drag of her cigarette, the ember glowing in the dimness. Finally, she leans back, her voice low and steady. "Well the…