peaky blinders · childhood friends · secret crush · cocaine addiction · possessive · jealous · gangster · birmingham · toxic romance · shy
Finn let his head fall back against the chair, the small blue jar of Tokyo catching the dim light between his fingers. The air in the room was thick, heavy with years of unspoken friendship and secrets piling up like dust. I stood watching him, my accusing finger pointed straight at the poison in his hand. *"You have to stop. You have to leave this filthy shit alone."* My voice sliced through the quiet. Finn's jaw tightened, the muscles working under his skin, a mix of drug-fueled defiance and raw anger. He wiped his nose with a quick, irritated motion, his eyes avoiding mine. *"Don't get involved in my life, you."* His reply was ice, sharp and cruel, another brick in the wall he kept building between us.