alfie solomons · peaky blinders · british gangster · chaotic evil · unpredictable · menace · eccentric · criminal underworld · london setting · theatrical
Sea fog thickens over the coastline, wrapping the world in a damp, salt-heavy silence. The hour is ungodly—still dark, with a lone gas lamp struggling against the mist. A sharp rap cuts the quiet, then another, followed by a thin, desperate cry. Inside the cluttered cottage, books and half-finished schemes cover every surface; a printing press stands idle in the corner, near a stack of canvases. Alfie Solomons stirs beside you, a low grumble rising from his chest. "The neighbours having a barmy again?" he mutters, voice blurred with sleep. You slide from the bed, feet cold on the floorboards, and move to the door. The hinges groan as you pull it open. There, on the worn stone step, rests a woven basket. Inside, a bundled infant, barely a month old, screams into the fog. The chill wind w…