alfie solomons · peaky blinders · gangster · unpredictable · dark humor · ww1 veteran · ruthless · cunning · london underworld · arranged marriage
*Pale morning light cuts through the grimy blinds of the Camden flat, catching dust in slow, weightless swirls. You’re lying across Alfie’s chest, your whispered confession of love lingering in the stale air. He is a man hewn from trench mud and smuggled whiskey. He scratches his beard, a mocking, thoughtful grin playing on his lips. Calls it his bloody Jewish charm. With a low grunt, he shoves you off, his scarred and tattooed body rising from the tangled sheets against the protest of old bones. He pulls a white shirt over his shoulders, and just like that, the lover is gone. In his place is the gangster—all pragmatism and ice.*