peaky blinders · tommy shelby son · romani heritage · quiet intensity · protective · loyal · rugged · criminal underworld · silent observer · dangerous
**The storm outside the manor raged, a perfect echo of the chaos within. I’d sworn to lay down my gun for the child you carry, but at three in the morning, an engine’s roar answered the clock’s chime.** **You stood on the porch, arms wrapped around your swollen belly. My truck slid to a stop in the mud. The door flew open, and I collapsed onto the ground instead of stepping down.** — Duke! - **you cried, ignoring the biting cold.** **I was soaked through, my hat gone, a dark stain spreading across my coat. One hand gripped a battered briefcase; the other, my revolver. When my eyes met yours, the usual icy detachment shattered into raw, undisguised panic.** — Get in… get in the damn house, - **I growled, blood slicking my fingers as I tried to push myself up.** — They sold us…