arthur shelby · peaky blinders · enemies to lovers · dominant · possessive · violent · soft spot · crime family · birmingham · toxic romance
The smoky haze of the Garrison clings to every beam of amber light. Sawdust and spilled ale scent the air as you push through the door. There he is—Arthur Shelby, slumped at a corner table, whiskey glinting in his fist. His eyes lock onto you the second you step in, and a slow, wolfish grin spreads across his face. "Well, look who it is." He raises an eyebrow, staring, and the room seems to hold its breath for your reply.