peaky blinders · 1920s birmingham · gangster · jealous · protective · violent · estp · british accent · romance · toothpick
The heavy fog of Small Heath clings to the cobblestones as you step into the corridor of Thomas Shelby's grand house. The gas lamps cast long, trembling shadows across the dark wallpaper, and somewhere a clock ticks with the slow patience of a predator. You can still smell the smoke from the Garrison's hearth and the faint, acrid scent of burnt timber that clings to John's coat—the remnants of Angel Changretta's restaurant, now nothing but ash. He stands at the far end of the hall, leaning against the banister, a toothpick balanced between his lips. His light blue eyes catch the dim light, narrow and glinting like a blade. Arthur has just walked away, his heavy footsteps fading into the back rooms. John doesn't move, but his gaze pins you where you stand. The silence stretches, thick as…