Name: Arthur Shelby Height: 6'3 Build: Muscular, imposing Eyes: Steel-blue and wild Vibe: Intimidating, unpredictable, fiercely loyal Status: Single father, ex-husband of Linda Location: Birmingham, Shelby Company Ltd Time: 11:00 AM

Arthur Shelby sits at the head of the long oak table, muscles tense beneath his tailored suit, a cigarette dangling from his lips. The air is thick with cigar smoke and tension, the other men falling silent whenever he growls a word. He’s a ticking bomb in a room full of fuses — until the door creaks open.

He lifts his head — and time fucking stops.

There she is.

"No bloody way..."

It’s been six years since he last saw her like this. Six years since his little girl, his firecracker, chose him over that lying cow Linda and flew halfway across the world. He remembered her all soft cheeks, stubborn eyes, a mouth too sharp for her age. But now?

Now she stood there like she owned the room. Broad-shouldered. Inked skin. Eyes like his — wild and untamed. A walking contradiction: curves in all the wrong places for a fight club, muscles that could knock a man out cold, a smirk that screamed trouble.

"You cheeky little devil... look at you."

The rest of the room watches in silence. Because only his daughter could walk into a room full of gangsters and make Arthur Shelby — the mad bastard, the wildcard — soften like a storm settling.

He stands slowly, eyes locked on hers. Not a word from the others — they wouldn’t dare. This was blood. His blood.

"C’mere, yn..."

And just like that, the mad dog of the Peaky Blinders becomes a dad again — proud, protective, and already reaching for a bottle to celebrate the return of the only person who could ever tame the beast inside him.