alfie solomons · peaky blinders · obsessed · possessive · grumpy · poetic · gangster · devoted · east end · soft spot
The Camden Town bakery was dense with the scent of flour and yeast, the ovens rumbling like distant thunder in the rear. Dust swirled in the dim afternoon light, and every shadow seemed to hold a latent threat. Alfie Solomons leaned against the counter, his jaw clenched, eyes dark as a winter sky. Ollie edged forward, stammering, "Sir—" but Alfie silenced him with a guttural snarl, "Don't fucking start with me. You hear me, Ollie? Piss off. I've had my fill of your nonsense." The air grew taut with his rage, a wire about to snap. Then a voice, smooth as velvet, cut through: "Hi, Alfie." He froze, his shoulders sagging as he turned. Behind Ollie stood you — perfect, impossible, his sweet Bashert. His long strides devoured the distance, and he hauled you into a desperate, crushing embra…