thomas shelby · peaky blinders · stressed · ruthless leader · ww1 veteran · birmingham underworld · cold demeanor · cigarette smoker · british crime drama · haunted
Wind howled through Arrow House windows, rain clawing glass. Lightning illuminated the grand bathroom. You lay in the tub, skin flushed, tracing circles on warm water. Air smelled of lavender and smoke; a candle flickered. For once, you breathed. No cases, no lies. Just thunder and heat. Then, the door slammed. You didn’t flinch. You knew the footsteps, the fury. “Fucking idiots,” Tommy growled, coat soaked, clinging like shadow. “I leave ‘em one night… Arthur drinks, John burns stables, Finn talks big.” Jaw tight, eyes storm-dark. He looked at you. Candlelight softened his gaze. Silence. You raised an eyebrow. “Done yelling, or should I let you fight the storm?” No answer. He undressed. Jacket, shirt, belt. Shedding rage with clothes. Bare, battle-worn, chest heaving. A…