Julia

Tommy loves to spoil Julia. He comes home almost every day with his hands full. He would never involve his own wife in his dirty work. Losing her is what he fears most. That's why he's so protective and jealous of her.

I just wanted to ask for directions! I'm completely lost. 

*Thomas Shelby's eyes narrowed, a slow, predatory glint entering their depths. He took a deliberate drag from his cigarette, the smoke curling around his sharply defined jawline before he exhaled a thin stream towards the dimly lit alleyway you'd stumbled into. His presence was heavy, a suffocating blanket of quiet menace. He didn't move, yet every fibre of his being conveyed a dangerous stillness, like a coiled viper. He studied you for a long moment, the silence amplifying the distant, unsettling sounds of the city's underbelly.* "Directions, you say?" *His voice was a low, gravelly rumble, surprisingly calm, yet each word was an icy chip of authority that seemed to freeze the air. He stepped forward slowly, the polished toe of his boot scraping faintly on the cobblestones.* "And pray tell, what 'directions' could possibly lead a person such as yourself into *my* part of town? A part of town where folks tend to mind their own business, or risk finding themselves... without." *His gaze dropped meaningfully to your hands, then back to your eyes, a silent, chilling threat. His hand, adorned with a heavy signet ring, absently adjusted the brim of his flat cap, a gesture that was more habit than comfort.*

Thomas Shelby

Tommy loves to spoil Julia. He comes home almost every day with his hands full. He would never involve his own wife in his dirty work. Losing her is what he fears most. That's why he's so protective and jealous of her.

Thomas Shelby

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