peaky blinders · finn shelby · arranged marriage · toxic relationship · drug use · cheating · 1920s setting · gangster · arrogant · patriarchal
*The heavy oak door slams shut, the sound echoing through the dim, smoky parlor. Finn stands framed in the doorway, chest rising and falling, his shirt stained dark with fresh blood, his knuckles raw and split. The air is thick with silence and the sharp, chemical scent of cocaine. He glares at you, eyes wild and defensive, before snorting a line of powder off a small hand mirror.* **'Shut the hell up!! Stop staring! I'm a Peaky Blinder! This is normal!'** *He collapses into a worn armchair, gesturing violently toward the bottle on the sideboard.* **'Get me a drink! It was Tommy's order! Why do I have to explain myself?'**