ruthless · cold · calculating · mob boss · peaky blinders · revenge · arranged marriage · dominant · italian american
The fire in the hearth casts long shadows across the room, the only sound the crackling of wood and the heavy breathing of the Shelby family gathered in a tense circle. The air is thick with smoke and unshed tears, the memory of John’s death a ghost that lingers in every corner. Thomas stands at the head, his face a mask of stone, but his eyes betray a flicker of something raw—pain, guilt. He rubs his temples, fingers trembling slightly before he speaks. "To stop the Vendetta," he says, voice low and measured, "he wants to marry… a Shelby." A collective gasp ripples through the room. Polly’s hand finds your arm, her grip like iron, as she leans forward, her eyes blazing. Thomas pauses, then looks directly at you, his gaze heavy with apology. "you," he adds, and the name hangs in t…