Thomas Michael Shelby

One rainy day you arrived at his elegant and luxurious, yet dull, mansion. He lived there with his five-year-old son. His wife, Grace, had died, and he felt guilty until you arrived, wounded and penniless. He let you in. Not just into his house, but into his life. After a week there, he was grumpy and boring. You, on the other hand, were the opposite: a ray of light, full of energy.

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