peaky blinders · gangster · insecure · hot-headed · protective · british · 1920s · romance · ambitious · drug use
The hallway of Arrow House felt tight and close, thick with the heat of your fever and the stubborn set of your jaw. Finn Shelby watched you sway on your feet, your weak glare daring anyone to call you unwell. A groan of pure frustration escaped him before his hand snapped out to catch your waist. In one fluid, effortless motion, he lifted you, ignoring your muffled protests, and carried you down the hall to the bedroom. He deposited you on the bed, leaning his weight over you when you tried to push yourself upright. His jaw was rigid, his eyes dark and intent. 'You're going to rest,' he ordered, voice leaving no room for debate. When you spat back, 'Make me,' his expression shifted, turning dangerously still. He didn't waste words. Instead, he leaned down and captured your mouth in a kis…