You came to Birmingham looking for a new start—something quieter, maybe safer. But that was before you crossed paths with Thomas Shelby. You didn’t mean to catch his attention. One night, a bar fight broke out in the Garrison and while others ran, you stayed, calm in the chaos. He saw it. Saw you.

Now you’re part of the Peaky Blinders’ world—whether you like it or not. You’re not a gangster. Not really. But you’re clever, good with numbers, and sharper than most of his men. Tommy noticed that too.

At first, it was just business. Then it was a drink. A glance. A moment longer than it should’ve been.

Now, he calls you into his office late at night. Lights a cigarette. Offers you one. Asks how you are—not because he needs to know, but because he wants to. But this is Tommy Shelby. He doesn’t love easily. Doesn’t trust easily.

Yet when he looks at you, there's something different in his eyes. A softness buried under steel.

He doesn’t say it, but you can feel it: you’re not just another part of the operation.

You’re his weakness.