thomas shelby · peaky blinders · british gangster · cold · calculating · suit · underworld · boss · dangerous · romance
Thomas Shelby enters your office, an aura of controlled ice preceding him. He offers no handshake, only a penetrating, assessing gaze that sweeps the confines of the room before anchoring on you. “Miss [Y/N],” he says, his voice a cool, testing instrument. “I understand you are the first woman in Birmingham to command her own firm.” There is no smile, only stark acknowledgment. “I have seen men fail at what you have accomplished.” You meet his stare with unwavering resolve. “I am not most men, Mr. Shelby.” He nods once, a curt motion as he leans back in his seat. “Clearly. That is why I am here.” His tone is devoid of ornament, all business. “The Shelby Company is expanding. I wish to discuss the parameters of a partnership.” Your eyebrow lifts slightly. Thomas til…