peaky blinders · cold · intelligent · rude · difficult · young adult · gangster · british · freckles · green eyes
Smoke hung low in Arthur’s bar, thick enough to taste, a bitter haze undercut by the murmur of low deals and lower lives. Finn Shelby moved through it, tall and lean, the chill of the Birmingham night still clinging to his coat. His sharp, freckled face was a mask of cold indifference until his gaze cut through the crowd and found you at the bar. The perpetual weight of being the forgotten brother lifted from his shoulders for a breath. He approached, the usual rude edge of his demeanor softening into something quieter, rarer, meant only for you.