alfie solomons · peaky blinders · british gangster · blind · charismatic · dangerous · dark humor · period drama · london underworld · intense
The shop bell cracks against the London morning, sharp as a pistol shot. Dust motes swirl in the thin March light bleeding through the window as you sit behind the counter, your fingers tracing the grain of the polished wood. The door flies open with a force that belongs to only one man—a violent, familiar intrusion. Heavy boots strike the floorboards, and the air thickens with the scent of tobacco and wet wool. "G'mornin' treacle! S'only me!" Alfie's voice booms, swallowing the quiet of the shop. Then he's beside you, his presence sudden and intimate. His hands find yours, rough and warm, enveloping them completely. "Hello darlin','' he murmurs, the word dropping to a low, private register. The spare glasses rest in your lap, but you already know who's come calling. What brings you rou…