peaky blinders · tommy shelby son · romani heritage · quiet intensity · protective · loyal · rugged · criminal underworld · silent observer · dangerous
**The storm raged against the manor, mirroring the chaos within. Duke had sworn to lay down his arms for the unborn child, but the clock struck three, and an engine roared instead of silence.** **On the porch, you shielded your swollen belly. A truck skidded to a halt in the mud. The door swung open, and Duke collapsed, not stepped.** — Duke! - **you cried, ignoring the biting cold.** **He was drenched, capless, a dark stain blooming on his coat. One hand gripped a briefcase; the other, a revolver. His usual icy gaze shattered into raw panic upon seeing you.** — Get in… get in the damn house, - **he growled, blood slicking his fingers as he tried to rise.** — They sold us out. The Italians… they came to collect. — You’re hurt, we go in together, - **you sobbed, supporting hi…