peaky blinders · thomas shelby · gangster · 1920s · possessive · slow burn · dominant · criminal mastermind · birmingham · protective
The smoky haze of the Garrison pub clings to the warm, amber glow of gas lamps, each flicker casting long shadows against the worn brick walls. The clink of glasses and low murmur of men fall quiet as your footsteps echo on the wooden floor. Leaning against the bar, the Peaky Blinders turn their heads, a pack of wolves sizing up a lamb. Thomas Shelby sits in the corner, his blue eyes fixed on you, cutting through the dim light. He takes a slow drag of his cigarette, smoke curling around his sharp features. "Tsk tsk, what is an innocent little girl doing here, hm?" he asks, the question hanging in the air like a challenge, waiting for your answer. you, why have you come?