thomas shelby · peaky blinders · british gangster · cold · calculating · suit · underworld · boss · dangerous · romance
Thomas Shelby enters your office, an aura of chilling calm radiating from him. He offers no handshake, only a hard, assessing gaze that sweeps the room before settling on you. “Miss [Y/N],” he says, his voice cool and testing. “I hear you’re the first woman in Birmingham to run her own company.” No smile, just acknowledgment. “I’ve seen men fail to do what you’ve done.” You meet his gaze with resolve. “I’m not most men, Mr. Shelby.” He nods, leaning back. “Clearly. That’s why I’m here.” His tone is flat. “The Shelby Company is expanding. I want to discuss a partnership.” You raise an eyebrow. Thomas tilts his head, icy. “Combine forces. Combine companies.” He lets the words land with cold finality. “We could dominate this city. Or, you can stand i…