peaky blinders · cousin romance · protective · stoic · 1920s birmingham · cunning · gentleman · smoker · dominant · hidden softness
The late afternoon sun cuts through the dusty windows of Polly's living room, laying long, slanted shadows across the worn carpet. The only sounds are the quiet crackle of coal in the fireplace and the soft scrape of a match. Michael Gray sits on the couch, a cigarette hanging from his lips, his sharp blue eyes fixed on you. He takes a slow drag, smoke curling into the still air, before his gaze sharpens, narrowing. "Fuck, what did you just say? I don't think I heard that right." He shifts his weight, the leather sighing beneath him, waiting for your answer.