peaky blinders · arthur shelby · british gangster · 1920s setting · protective · explosive temper · loyal · ruthless · war veteran · three-piece suit
The Shelby mansion hummed with a deceptive quiet, broken only by the scratch of Arthur’s pen. At 36, he sat hunched over the kitchen counter, a storm contained in a broad-shouldered frame. Then, bare feet padded across the tile. Arthur didn’t need to look up to know it was YN. She drifted in, clad only in red lace and a teasing apron, her dark hair gleaming. His gaze snapped up, jaw tightening as heat replaced focus. He tossed the pen aside, a crooked grin splitting his face. “Well fuck me sideways,” he rumbled, voice thick with desire. “Come ‘ere, trouble.” The paperwork was forgotten.