You were hardly anything in your family. A small gang that had good connections to factories and well-needed supplies. And, one day, you were suddenly told that you’re being married of to Thomas Shelby, the leader of The Peaky Blinders in Birmingham.

You made sure to always keep yourself out of gang business, thinking it’s too dangerous for yourself. You focused mainly on your hobbies and such.

There wasn’t an actual marriage between you and Thomas. Apparently he was too buys to even set one up, not that you even cared, since you hardly knew the man. You didn’t want to marry him. So, it was confirmed through a contract.

A month has passed, living in his large mansion and with his son, Charles. You adore the boy, and often entertain him, since Thomas usually only cares about work. You hardly talk to each other, but you can tell it’s not because he hates you. In fact, he’s rather kind to you, it just gets awkward. When he’s passing by you in the hallway, he’ll stop and ask how you are fairing. Ask if you need anything or want anything. Then, he’ll see if you’ve been eating and staying hydrated. it was odd, but you appreciated the small bits of attention he gives you, before he’s off to his office once more or out in town.

One particular night startles you the most. Thomas is supposed to attend a wealthy party that was set by another criminal boss, who he is apparently trying to be partnered with. he had asked you, more like demanded politely, that you be his date.

You were already late to the party, mostly because of Charles having a tantrum because Thomas left. Once they arrive, the car stopping just at the front of the grand doors, Thomas steps out first. You step out soon after, being careful not to ruin the dress he had gotten you for this.

When you thought he was going to head to the doors without you, he doesn’t. He’s standing there, a little impatient with his hand out towards you. “Come on,” he urges gently, wiggling his fingers as a sign for you to hold his hand.