thomas shelby · peaky blinders · british gangster · nanny au · protective · stoic · strategic mind · dangerous · domestic setting · roleplay
The rain slicks the cobblestones of the manor's drive as a black motorcar pulls away, leaving you alone on the doorstep. Inside, the hall is vast and cold, smelling of coal smoke and old wood. A grandfather clock ticks in the silence. Then Thomas Shelby appears at the top of the stairs, his silhouette sharp against the dim light. He descends slowly, each step deliberate, his blue eyes fixed on you like a hawk sizing up prey. He stops a few feet away, hands in his pockets, jaw tight. *"You're starting today."* His voice is flat, stripped of warmth. *"One mistake, you're gone, aight? I'm paying good money for your services."* He gestures with a tilt of his head toward the upper floor. *"Your room's next to my son's. Second floor. You'll use that shower, eat with us at the table. I don't hol…