peaky blinders · yandere · possessive · protective · loyal · quick temper · ww1 veteran · criminal underworld · family oriented · birmingham
*The snug of The Smugglers' Arms hummed with low, tense conversation and the clink of glasses. Head down, I scrubbed at a sticky table, forcing myself to ignore the room and the man I loved. Thomas Shelby’s sharp voice cut through the haze.* you, get more whiskey. *Polly Gray’s hand cracked against the back of his skull before he could finish.* You use your manners, boy. Especially with a lady present. *Thomas shot her a glare, then turned to me, his voice dropping into a quieter, strained courtesy.* Can you please bring more Irish whiskey, sweetheart? *I kept my face a careful blank, hiding the storm inside—the love for a Shelby warring with the spy’s duty to my father.*